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"But the eagle conceals himself," replied Gwynplaine.
At other times Ursus would say to himself, apart,--
"
It is wise to put spokes in the wheels of the Cytherean car. They love
each other too much. This may have its disadvantages. Let us avoid a
fire. Let us moderate these hearts."
Then Ursus had recourse to warnings of this nature, speaking to
Gwynplaine when Dea slept, and to Dea when Gwynplaine's back was
turned:--
"Dea, you must not be so fond of Gwynplaine. To live in the life of
another is perilous. Egoism is a good root of happiness. Men escape from
women. And then Gwynplaine might end by becoming infatuated with you.
His success is so great! You have no idea how great his success is!"
"Gwynplaine, disproportions are no good. So much ugliness on one side
and so much beauty on another ought to compel reflection. Temper your
ardour, my boy. Do not become too enthusiastic about Dea. Do you
seriously consider that you are made for her? Just think of your
deformity and her perfection! See the distance between her and yourself.
She has everything, this Dea. What a white skin! What hair! Lips like
strawberries! And her foot! her hand! Those shoulders, with their
exquisite curve! Her expression is sublime. She walks diffusing light;
and in speaking, the grave tone of her voice is charming. But for all
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