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Beatrice's grief for Wonder was such as only a mother can know. She had but one consolation,-the kind sad eyes of Antony. She had lost Wonder, but Antony had come back again. Wonder was not so dead as Antony had seemed a month ago.
When they had left Wonder and were back in the house which was now twice desolate, Antony took Beatrice's hands ver