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Gwynplaine stretched his arms towards Dea. Extremity of anguish coming
upon extremity of ecstasy, what a shock! He would himself have fallen,
had he not had to support her.
"
"
Dea!" he cried, shuddering, "what is the matter?"
Nothing," said she--"I love you!"
She lay in his arms, lifeless, like a piece of linen; her hands were
hanging down helplessly.
Gwynplaine and Ursus placed Dea on the mattress. She said, feebly,--
"I cannot breathe lying down."
They lifted her up.
Ursus said,--
"Fetch a pillow."
She replied,--
"
What for? I have Gwynplaine!"
She laid her head on Gwynplaine's shoulder, who was sitting behind, and
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