The Worshipper of the Image

a hollow with her head upon his knee, and gaze for an hour at a time, entranced, into her face. He would feign to himself that she sle

Silencieux. See, my cl

heaved a gentle sigh,

e wood and walk its whole length, so that, as he wound his way back through the intervening brakes, her face would come and go, glimmeri

he had turned out the lamp and was moving to the door through the vague flickering light of the fire, he distinctly heard a voice very luxurious and tender say "Antony," just behind him. It was har