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"
Surely
;
it
is
to
disclose
it
that
I
have
come
,
"
answered
Owen
Warland
.
"
You
shall
know
,
and
see
,
and
touch
,
and
possess
the
secret
!
For
,
Annie
,
—
if
by
that
name
I
may
still
address
the
friend
of
my
boyish
years
,
—
Annie
,
it
is
for
your
bridal
gift
that
I
have
wrought
this
spiritualized
mechanism
,
this
harmony
of
motion
,
this
mystery
of
beauty
.
It
comes
late
,
indeed
;
but
it
is
as
we
go
onward
in
life
,
when
objects
begin
to
lose
their
freshness
of
hue
and
our
souls
their
delicacy
of
perception
,
that
the
spirit
of
beauty
is
most
needed
.
If
,
—
forgive
me
,
Annie
,
—
if
you
know
how
—
to
value
this
gift
,
it
can
never
come
too
late
.
"
He
produced
,
as
he
spoke
,
what
seemed
a
jewel
box
.
It
was
carved
richly
out
of
ebony
by
his
own
hand
,
and
inlaid
with
a
fanciful
tracery
of
pearl
,
representing
a
boy
in
pursuit
of
a
butterfly
,
which
,
elsewhere
,
had
become
a
winged
spirit
,
and
was
flying
heavenward
;
while
the
boy
,
or
youth
,
had
found
such
efficacy
in
his
strong
desire
that
he
ascended
from
earth
to
cloud
,
and
from
cloud
to
celestial
atmosphere
,
to
win
the
beautiful
.
This
case
of
ebony
the
artist
opened
,
and
bade
Annie
place
her
fingers
on
its
edge
.
She
did
so
,
but
almost
screamed
as
a
butterfly
fluttered
forth
,
and
,
alighting
on
her
finger
’
s
tip
,
sat
waving
the
ample
magnificence
of
its
purple
and
gold
-
speckled
wings
,
as
if
in
prelude
to
a
flight
.
It
is
impossible
to
express
by
words
the
glory
,
the
splendor
,
the
delicate
gorgeousness
which
were
softened
into
the
beauty
of
this
object
.
Nature
’
s
ideal
butterfly
was
here
realized
in
all
its
perfection
;
not
in
the
pattern
of
such
faded
insects
as
flit
among
earthly
flowers
,
but
of
those
which
hover
across
the
meads
of
paradise
for
child
-
angels
and
the
spirits
of
departed
infants
to
disport
themselves
with
.
The
rich
down
was
visible
upon
its
wings
;
the
lustre
of
its
eyes
seemed
instinct
with
spirit
.
The
firelight
glimmered
around
this
wonder
—
the
candles
gleamed
upon
it
;
but
it
glistened
apparently
by
its
own
radiance
,
and
illuminated
the
finger
and
outstretched
hand
on
which
it
rested
with
a
white
gleam
like
that
of
precious
stones
.
In
its
perfect
beauty
,
the
consideration
of
size
was
entirely
lost
.
Had
its
wings
overreached
the
firmament
,
the
mind
could
not
have
been
more
filled
or
satisfied
.
"
Beautiful
!
beautiful
!
"
exclaimed
Annie
.
"
Is
it
alive
?
Is
it
alive
?
"
"
Alive
?
To
be
sure
it
is
,
"
answered
her
husband
.
"
Do
you
suppose
any
mortal
has
skill
enough
to
make
a
butterfly
,
or
would
put
himself
to
the
trouble
of
making
one
,
when
any
child
may
catch
a
score
of
them
in
a
summer
’
s
afternoon
?
Alive
?
Certainly
!
But
this
pretty
box
is
undoubtedly
of
our
friend
Owen
’
s
manufacture
;
and
really
it
does
him
credit
.
"
At
this
moment
the
butterfly
waved
its
wings
anew
,
with
a
motion
so
absolutely
lifelike
that
Annie
was
startled
,
and
even
awestricken
;
for
,
in
spite
of
her
husband
’
s
opinion
,
she
could
not
satisfy
herself
whether
it
was
indeed
a
living
creature
or
a
piece
of
wondrous
mechanism
.
"
Is
it
alive
?
"
she
repeated
,
more
earnestly
than
before
.
"
Judge
for
yourself
,
"
said
Owen
Warland
,
who
stood
gazing
in
her
face
with
fixed
attention
.
The
butterfly
now
flung
itself
upon
the
air
,
fluttered
round
Annie
’
s
head
,
and
soared
into
a
distant
region
of
the
parlor
,
still
making
itself
perceptible
to
sight
by
the
starry
gleam
in
which
the
motion
of
its
wings
enveloped
it
.
The
infant
on
the
floor
followed
its
course
with
his
sagacious
little
eyes
.
After
flying
about
the
room
,
it
returned
in
a
spiral
curve
and
settled
again
on
Annie
’
s
finger
.
