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A vanished vision; nothing more.
A passage of spectres, which had disappeared.
The logical arrangement of surmises builds up something which at least
resembles evidence. To the arrest of Gwynplaine, to the secret mode of
his capture, to the return of his garments by the police officer, to the
death bell of the prison to which he had been conducted, was now added,
or rather adjusted--portentous circumstance--a coffin carried to the
grave.
"
He is dead!" cried Ursus.
He sank down upon a stone.
"Dead! They have killed him! Gwynplaine! My child! My son!"
And he burst into passionate sobs.
CHAPTER V.
STATE POLICY DEALS WITH LITTLE MATTERS AS WELL AS WITH GREAT.
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