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"Never," said Dea, "never shall I hear him again."
She began, wandering, to sing again:--
"
Deja, quiero,
A tu negro
Caparazon."
Then she heard a voice--even the beloved voice--answering:--
"
O ven! ama!
Eres alma,
Soy corazon."
"
O come and love
Thou art the soul,
I am the heart."
And at the same instant Dea felt under her hand the head of Gwynplaine.
She uttered an indescribable cry.
"
Gwynplaine!"
A light, as of a star, shone over her pale face, and she tottered.
Gwynplaine received her in his arms.
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