So comfortable she seemed, you could have sworn she breathed.
Antony lifted her head once or twice with his fingers, to delight
himself with seeing her sink back luxuriously once more.
Beatrice grew more and more white.
"Antony, please stop. I cannot bear it. She looks so terribly alive."
At that moment Antony's touch had been a little too forcible, the image
hung poised for a moment and then began to fall in the direction of
Beatrice.
"Oh, she is falling," she almost screamed, as Antony saved the cast from
the floor. "For God's sake, stop!"
"How childish of you, Beatrice. She is only plaster. I never knew you
such a baby."
"I cannot help it, Antony. I know it is foolish, but I cannot help it. I
think living in this place has made me morbid. She seems so alive--so
evil, so cruel. I am sorry you bought her, Antony. I cannot bear to look
at her. Won't you take her away? Take her up into the wood. Keep her
there. Take her now. I shall not be able to sleep all night if I know
she is in the house."
She was half hysterical, and Antony soothed her gently.
"Yes, yes, dear.
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