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addressed to Gwynplaine in Chaos Vanquished. She sang, and her voice
was low and uncertain as the murmur of the bee,--
"Noche, quita te de allí.
El alba canta...."[23]
She stopped. "No, it is not true. I am not dead. What was I saying?
Alas! I am alive. I am alive. He is dead. I am below. He is above. He is
gone. I remain. I shall hear his voice no more, nor his footstep. God,
who had given us a little Paradise on earth, has taken it away.
Gwynplaine, it is over. I shall never feel you near me again. Never! And
his voice! I shall never hear his voice again. And she sang:--
"
Es menester a cielos ir--
Deja, quiero,
A tu negro
Caparazon."
"
We must go to heaven.
Take off, I entreat thee,
Thy black cloak."
She stretched out her hand, as if she sought something in space on which
she might rest.
Gwynplaine, rising by the side of Ursus, who had suddenly become as
though petrified, knelt down before her.
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