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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,
Notwithstanding the lateness of the hour, they had not dressed themselves in their goddesses' gauze, which was a sign of deep discouragement. They had remained in their drugget petticoats and their dress of coarse cloth. Ursus looked at Dea. "She is rehearsing for a longer sleep," murmured he. Then, addressing Fibi and Vinos, "You both know all. The music is over.
And raising her sightless eyes on high, she added, "When shall I follow?" Ursus was stunned. He had not sustained the illusion. Was it the fault of ventriloquism? Certainly not. He had succeeded in deceiving Fibi and Vinos, who had eyes, although he had not deceived Dea, who was blind. It was because Fibi and Vinos saw with their eyes, while Dea saw with her heart. He could not utter a word.
Chosen from among their ranks, he would be compelled to reward richly those who had placed him on the throne. Dea Flavia waited quietly while these hurried consultations were going on. Now that she saw that her wishes had prevailed, she once more became gracious and kind. With a sign of the head and a smile that contained a promise she intimated to them that they were dismissed.
Mester Wharton has nobbut played his party and the workin' man a dirty trick or two an' yo mun have a gentleman! Noa the workin' man isn't fit himself to speak wi' his own enemies i' th' gate yo mun have a gentleman! an' Mester Wharton, he says he'll tak' the post, an' dea his best for yo an', remember, yo mun have a gentleman! Soa now Yes! or No! wull yo? or woan't yo?"
Without saying a word, a personification of the Muta Themis of the old charters, the man stretched his right arm over the radiant Dea, and touched Gwynplaine on the shoulder with the iron staff, at the same time pointing with his left thumb to the door of the Green Box behind him. These gestures, all the more imperious for their silence, meant, "Follow me."
But I'm not the dea ex machina to whom you owe the 'happy ending. Nan managed it in some incomprehensible way of her own." "Then blessed be Nan!" said Ralph piously, as he opened the door of the car for her to enter. Two minutes' further driving brought them to the house.
He felt as if he were committing a criminal assault. To him Dea was encompassed by a cloud. Cleaving that cloud, he shuddered, as though he were raising her chemise. It was in April. The spine has its dreams. He rambled at random with the uncertain step caused by solitude. To have no one by is a provocative to wander. Whither flew his thoughts? He would not have dared to own it to himself.
Room for Dea Flavia Augusta." The retinue of Dea Flavia of the imperial house of the Cæsars was the most numerous in Rome. At word of command no doubt the bearers put the litter down quite close to the rostrum even whilst four young girls stepped forward and drew the silken curtains aside.
For Eden is Eve, and Eve was a female, a carnal mother, a terrestrial nurse; the sacred womb of generations; the breast of unfailing milk; the rocker of the cradle of the newborn world, and wings are incompatible with the bosom of woman. Virginity is but the hope of maternity. Still, in Gwynplaine's dreams, Dea, until now, had been enthroned above flesh.
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