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Does it not seem that the law and the will of nature would have dictated
Gwynplaine's headlong rush to throw himself upon life, happiness, love
regained? So they would, except in some case of deep terror such as his.
But he who comes forth, shattered in nerve and uncertain of his way,
from a series of catastrophes, each one like a fresh betrayal, is
prudent even in his joy; hesitates, lest he should bear the fatality of
which he has been the victim to those whom he loves; feels that some
evil contagion may still hang about him, and advances towards happiness
with wary steps. The gates of Paradise reopen; but before he enters he
examines his ground.
Gwynplaine, staggering under the weight of his emotion, looked around
him, while the wolf went and lay down silently by his chain.
CHAPTER II.
BARKILPHEDRO, HAVING AIMED AT THE EAGLE, BRINGS DOWN THE DOVE.
The step of the little van was down--the door ajar--there was no one
inside. The faint light which broke through the pane in front sketched
the interior of the caravan vaguely in melancholy chiaroscuro. The
inscriptions of Ursus, gloryifying the grandeur of Lords, showed
distinctly on the worn-out boards, which were both the wall without and
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