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forefinger. Then making up his mind,--
"It is all one to me," he said. "It will be all right, all the same. Be
as mad as you like, my Gwynplaine. It is one of the rights of man. As
for me, I am happy. But how came all this about?"
The vessel continued to sail smoothly and fast. The night grew darker
and darker. The mists, which came inland from the ocean, were invading
the zenith, from which no wind blew them away. Only a few large stars
were visible, and they disappeared one after another, so that soon there
were none at all, and the whole sky was dark, infinite, and soft. The
river broadened until the banks on each side were nothing but two thin
brown lines mingling with the gloom. Out of all this shadow rose a
profound peace. Gwynplaine, half seated, held Dea in his embrace. They
spoke, they cried, they babbled, they murmured in a mad dialogue of joy!
How are we to paint thee, O joy!
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My life!"
My heaven!"
My love!"
My whole happiness!"
Gwynplaine!"
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