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"
Es menester a cielos ir,
Y tu que llorabas reir."[15]
And approaching him with the majesty of a star, she added,--
"Gebra barzon;
Deja, monstruo,
A tu negro
Caparazon."[16]
And she put hot hand on his brow. Then another voice arose, deeper, and
consequently still sweeter--a voice broken and enwrapt with a gravity
both tender and wild. It was the human chant responding to the chant of
the stars. Gwynplaine, still in obscurity, his head under Dea's hand, and
kneeling on the vanquished bear and wolf, sang,--
"
O ven! ama!
Eres alma,
Soy corazon."[17]
And suddenly from the shadow a ray of light fell full upon Gwynplaine.
Then, through the darkness, was the monster full exposed.
To describe the commotion of the crowd is impossible.
A sun of laughter rising, such was the effect. Laughter springs from
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