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                                  "Thou art mad to say so," cried the Star- Child angrily. "I am
                            no son of thine, for thou art a beggar, and ugly, and in rags. Therefore
                            get thee hence, and let me see thy foul face no more."
                                  "Nay,  but  thou  art  indeed  my  little  son,  whom  I  bare  in  the
                            forest," she cried, and she fell on her knees, and held out her arms to
                            him.  "The    robbers  stole  thee  from  me,  and  left  thee  to  die,"  she
                            murmured, "but I recognised thee when I saw thee, and the signs also
                            have  I  recognised,  the  cloak  of  golden  tissue  and  the  amber  chain.
                            Therefore I pray thee come with me, for over the whole world have I
                            wandered in search of thee. Come with me, my son, for I have need
                            of thy love."
                                  But the Star-Child stirred not from his place, but shut the doors
                            of his heart against her, nor was there any sound heard save the sound
                            of the woman weeping for pain.
                                  And at last he spoke to her, and his voice was hard and bitter.
                            "If  in  very  truth  thou  art  my  mother,"  he  said,  "it  had  been  better
                            hadst  thou  stayed  away,  and  not  come  here  to  bring  me  to  shame,
                            seeing that I thought I was the child of some Star, and not a beggar's
                            child, as thou tellest me that I am. Therefore get thee hence, and let
                            me see thee no more."
                                  "Alas! my son," she cried, "wilt thou not kiss me before I go?
                            For I have suffered much to find thee."
                                  "Nay," said the Star-Child, "but thou art too foul to look at, and
                            rather would I kiss the adder or the toad than thee."
                                  So the woman rose up, and went away into the forest weeping
                            bitterly, and when the Star-Child saw that she had gone, he was glad,
                            and ran back to his playmates that he might play with them.
                                  But when they beheld him coming, they mocked him and said,
                            "Why, thou art as foul as the toad, and as loathsome as the adder. Get
                            thee  hence,  for  we  will  not  suffer  thee  to  play  with  us,"  and  they
                            drove him out of the garden. And the Star-Child frowned and said to
                            himself, "What is this that they say to me? I will go to the well of
                            water and look into it, and it shall tell me of my beauty."
                                  So he went to the well of water and looked into it, and lo! his
                            face was as the face of a toad, and his body was scaled like an adder.
                            And  he  flung  himself  down  on  the  grass  and  wept,  and  said  to
                            himself, "Surely this has come upon me by reason of my sin. For I
                            have denied my mother, and driven her away, and been proud, and
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