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He inflated his cheeks.
"Puff! nothing more."
Then, with a little dry laugh,--
"
Losing Gwynplaine, she loses all. It would be just as if I were to lose
Homo. It will be worse. She will feel more lonely than any one else
could. The blind wade through more sorrow than we do."
He looked out of the window at the end of the room.
"
How the days lengthen! It is not dark at seven o'clock. Nevertheless we
will light up."
He struck the steel and lighted the lamp which hung from the ceiling of
the Green Box.
Then he leaned over Dea.
"
She will catch cold; you have unlaced her bodice too low. There is a
proverb,--
"
'Though April skies be bright,
Keep all your wrappers tight.'"
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