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CHAPTER IV.
NAY; ON HIGH!
Suddenly Dea, disengaging herself from Gwynplaine's embrace, arose. She
pressed both her hands against her heart, as if to still its throbbings.
"
What is wrong with me?" said she. "There is something the matter. Joy
is suffocating. No, it is nothing! That is lucky. Your reappearance, O
my Gwynplaine, has given me a blow--a blow of happiness. All this heaven
of joy which you have put into my heart has intoxicated me. You being
absent, I felt myself dying. The true life which was leaving me you have
brought back. I felt as if something was being torn away within me. It
is the shadows that have been torn away, and I feel life dawn in my
brain--a glowing life, a life of fever and delight. This life which you
have just given me is wonderful. It is so heavenly that it makes me
suffer somewhat. It seems as though my soul is enlarged, and can
scarcely be contained in my body. This life of seraphim, this plenitude,
flows into my brain and penetrates it. I feel like a beating of wings
within my breast. I feel strangely, but happy. Gwynplaine, you have been
my resurrection."
She flushed, became pale, then flushed again, and fell.
"
Alas!" said Ursus, "you have killed her."
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