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Inn, that the call came from without; but it came from within.
Who has not heard the deep clamours of the soul?
Moreover, the morning was dawning.
Aurora is a voice.
Of what use is the sun if not to reawaken that dark sleeper--the
conscience?
Light and virtue are akin.
Whether the god be called Christ or Love, there is at times an hour when
he is forgotten, even by the best. All of us, even the saints, require a
voice to remind us; and the dawn speaks to us, like a sublime monitor.
Conscience calls out before duty, as the cock crows before the dawn of
day.
That chaos, the human heart, hears the fiat lux!
Gwynplaine--we will continue thus to call him (Clancharlie is a lord,
Gwynplaine is a man)--Gwynplaine felt as if brought back to life. It was
time that the artery was bound up.
For a while his virtue had spread its wings and flown away.
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