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"O Beatrice, Beatrice—I would do anything in the world for you—but I cannot live without her." OH BEATRICE BEATRICE I WOULD DO ANYTHING IN THE WORLD FOR YOU BUT I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT HER
in this world," continued Silencieux, "and each knows the way of his own love, nor shall anything turn him from it in the end. Here he may go and thither he may turn, but in the end there is only one way of joy for each, and in that way must he go or perish. Many faces are fair upon the earth, but for each man is a face fairest of all, for which, unless he win it, each must go desolate forever—" "Face of Eternal Beauty," said Antony, "there is but one face for me for ever. It is yours." On the morrow Beatrice saw once more that light in Antony's face which made her afraid. He had brought with him some sheets of paper on which were written the songs of little Wonder Silencieux had bidden him sing. They were songs of grief so poignant and beautiful one grew happy in listening to them, and Antony forgot all in the joy of having made them. He read them to Beatrice in an ecstasy. Her face grew sadder and sadder as he read. When he had finished she said:— "Antony!—Silencieux has risen again. NED ANTONY MANY MEAN AND MANY LOVES ARE THERE IN THIS WORLD CONTINUED SELAGO AND EACH KNOWS THE WAY OF HIS OWN LOVE NOR SHALL ANYTHING TURN HIM FROM IT IN THE END HERE HE MAY GO AND THITHER MAY HE TURN BUT IN THE INN THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY OF JOY FOR EACH AND IN THAT WAY HE MUST GO OR PERISH MANY FACES ARE FAIR UPON THE EARTH BUT FOR EACH MAN IS A FACE FAIREST OF ALL FOR WHICH UNLESS HE WIN IT EACH MUST GO DESOLATE FOR EVER FACE OF ETERNAL BEAUTY SAID ANTHONY THERE IS BUT ONE FACE FOR ME FOR EVER IT IS YOURS ON THE MORROW BEATRICE SAW ONCE MORE THAT LIGHT IN ANTONY'S FACE WHICH MADE HER AFRAID HE HAD BROUGHT WITH HIM SOME SHEETS OF PAPER ON WHICH WERE WRITTEN THE SONGS OF LITTLE WONDER SELAGGJO HAD BIDDEN HIM SING THEY WERE SONGS OF GRIEF SO POIGNANT AND BEAUTIFUL ONE GREW HAPPY AND LISTENING TO THEM AND ANTONY FORGOT ALL THE JOY OF HAVING MADE THEM HE READ THEM TO BEATRICE IN AN ECSTASY HER FACE GREW SADDER AND SADDER AS HE READ WHEN HE HAD FINISHED SHE SAID ANTONY SELA HAS RISEN AGAIN
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