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Then he must have gone out very early?"
No; but he went out very late."
What vagabonds!" replied the justice.
Your honour," said Master Nicless, softly, "here he comes."
Ursus, indeed, had just come in sight, round a turn of the wall. He was
returning to the inn. He had passed nearly the whole night between the
jail, where at midday he had seen Gwynplaine, and the cemetery, where at
midnight he had heard the grave filled up. He was pallid with two
pallors--that of sorrow and of twilight.
Dawn, which is light in a chrysalis state, leaves even those forms which
are in movement in the uncertainty of night. Ursus, wan and indistinct,
walked slowly, like a man in a dream. In the wild distraction produced
by agony of mind, he had left the inn with his head bare. He had not
even found out that he had no hat on. His spare, gray locks fluttered in
the wind. His open eyes appeared sightless. Often when awake we are
asleep, and as often when asleep we are awake.
Ursus looked like a lunatic.
"Master Ursus," cried the innkeeper, "come; their honours desire to
speak to you."
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