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"Say them."
"I love you."
"I adore you."
And Ursus said aside, "By heaven, they are polite!"
Exquisite to lovers are their moments of silence! In them they gather,
as it were, masses of love, which afterwards explode into sweet
fragments.
"
Do you know! In the evening, when we are playing our parts, at the
moment when my hand touches your forehead--oh, what a noble head is
yours, Gwynplaine!--at the moment when I feel your hair under my
fingers, I shiver; a heavenly joy comes over me, and I say to myself, In
all this world of darkness which encompasses me, in this universe of
solitude, in this great obscurity of ruin in which I am, in this quaking
fear of myself and of everything, I have one prop; and he is there. It
is he--it is you."
"Oh! you love me," said Gwynplaine. "I, too, have but you on earth. You
are all in all to me. Dea, what would you have me do? What do you
desire? What do you want?"
Dea answered,--
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