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supporting her, his eyes wild with grief.
"
Oh," said she, "how happy I am!"
Ursus took her wrist, and counted the pulsation of the artery. He did
not shake his head. He said nothing, nor expressed his thought except by
the rapid movement of his eyelids, which were opening and closing
convulsively, as if to prevent a flood of tears from bursting out.
"
What is the matter?" asked Gwynplaine.
Ursus placed his ear against Dea's left side.
Gwynplaine repeated his question eagerly, fearful of the answer.
Ursus looked at Gwynplaine, then at Dea. He was livid. He said,--
"We ought to be parallel with Canterbury. The distance from here to
Gravesend cannot be very great. We shall have fine weather all night. We
need fear no attack at sea, because the fleets are all on the coast of
Spain. We shall have a good passage."
Dea, bent, and growing paler and paler, clutched her robe convulsively.
She heaved a sigh of inexpressible sadness, and murmured,--
"I know what this is. I am dying!"
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