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He took off his wig and wiped his forehead.
"I am a ventriloquist of genius," murmured he. "What talent I displayed!
I have equalled Brabant, the engastrimist of Francis I. of France. Dea
is convinced that Gwynplaine is here."
"Ursus," said Dea, "where is Gwynplaine?"
Ursus started and turned round. Dea was still standing at the back of
the stage, alone under the lamp which hung from the ceiling. She was
pale, with the pallor of a ghost.
She added, with an ineffable expression of despair,--
"I know. He has left us. He is gone. I always knew that he had wings."
And raising her sightless eyes on high, she added,--
"When shall I follow?"
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COMPLICATIONS.
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