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close. A kind of queen. Such wealth gives beauty. The skin is whiter,
the eye more proud, the gait more noble, and grace more insolent.
Nothing can equal the elegant impertinence of hands which never work.
Master Nicless told the story of all the magnificence, of the white skin
with the blue veins, the neck, the shoulders, the arms, the touch of
paint everywhere, the pearl earrings, the head-dress powdered with gold;
the profusion of stones, the rubies, the diamonds.
"Less brilliant than her eyes," murmured Ursus.
Gwynplaine said nothing.
Dea listened.
"And do you know," said the tavern-keeper, "the most wonderful thing of
all?"
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What?" said Ursus.
I saw her get into her carriage."
What then?"
She did not get in alone."
Nonsense!"
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