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the height, where dwells the Great Loadstone, who draws all towards Him.
I know where to find Gwynplaine. I have no doubt about the way. Father,
it is yonder. Later on, you will rejoin us, and Homo, too."
Homo, hearing his name pronounced, wagged his tail softly against the
deck.
"Father!" resumed the voice, "you understand that once Gwynplaine is no
longer here, all is over. Even if I would remain, I could not, because
one must breathe. We must not ask for that which is impossible. I was
with Gwynplaine. It was quite natural, I lived. Now Gwynplaine is no
more, I die. The two things are alike: either he must come or I must go.
Since he cannot come back, I am going to him. It is good to die. It is
not at all difficult. Father, that which is extinguished here shall be
rekindled elsewhere. It is a heartache to live in this world. It cannot
be that we shall always be unhappy. When we go to what you call the
stars, we shall marry, we shall never part again, and we shall love,
love, love; and that is what is God."
"There, there, do not agitate yourself," said Ursus.
The voice continued,--
"Well, for instance; last year. In the spring of last year we were
together, and we were happy. How different it is now! I forget what
little village we were in, but there were trees, and I heard the linnets
singing. We came to London; all was changed. This is no reproach, mind.
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