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He did not come every evening, but when he came he led the public applause grew into acclamation success rose not to the roof, for there was none, but to the clouds, for there were plenty of them. His enthusiasm caused Ursus to remark this man, and Gwynplaine to observe him. They had a great friend in this unknown visitor. Ursus and Gwynplaine wanted to know him; at least, to know who he was.
Take off, I entreat thee, Thy black cloak." She stretched out her hand, as if she sought something in space on which she might rest. Gwynplaine, rising by the side of Ursus, who had suddenly become as though petrified, knelt down before her. "Never," said Dea, "never shall I hear him again." She began, wandering, to sing again: "Deja, quiero, A tu negro Caparazon."
Ursus, a watcher of dreams, studied his pupil. Our monologues leave on our brows a faint reflection, distinguishable to the eye of a physiognomist. Hence what occurred to Gwynplaine did not escape Ursus. One day, as Gwynplaine was meditating, Ursus pulled him by his jacket, and exclaimed, "You strike me as being an observer! You fool! Take care; it is no business of yours.
"But yes," replied Dea, "since you say you are ugly." She reflected a moment, and then said, "Story-teller!" Gwynplaine felt the joy of having confessed and of not being believed. Both his conscience and his love were consoled. Thus they had reached, Dea sixteen, Gwynplaine nearly twenty-five. They were not, as it would now be expressed, "more advanced" than the first day.
He places the woman underneath, the devil between, and the man at the top. A match that is to say, a look and behold, it is all on fire." "A look is unnecessary," answered Gwynplaine, thinking of Dea. And Ursus replied, "Booby! Do souls require mortal eyes to see each other?" Ursus was a good fellow at times.
His spirit was enwrapt in the contemplation of every succeeding apparition of widespread misery. The physiognomy of man is modelled by conscience, and by the tenor of life, and is the result of a crowd of mysterious excavations. There was never a suffering, not an anger, not a shame, not a despair, of which Gwynplaine did not see the wrinkle. The mouths of those children had not eaten.
This raging envy against Gwynplaine did not give in for a few friendly hits from Tom-Jim-Jack. The outcries having miscarried, the mountebanks of Tarrinzeau Field fell back on a petition. They addressed to the authorities. This is the usual course. Against an unpleasant success we first try to stir up the crowd and then we petition the magistrate.
This nereid all glistening with jewels! This proud and unattainable beauty, from the height of her radiant throne, was bending down to Gwynplaine! What! had she drawn up her chariot of the dawn, with its yoke of turtle-doves and dragons, before Gwynplaine, and said to him, "Come!" What! this terrible glory of being the object of such abasement from the empyrean, for Gwynplaine!
And then Gwynplaine might end by becoming infatuated with you. His success is so great! You have no idea how great his success is!" "Gwynplaine, disproportions are no good. So much ugliness on one side and so much beauty on another ought to compel reflection. Temper your ardour, my boy. Do not become too enthusiastic about Dea. Do you seriously consider that you are made for her?
This family of an old man and two children, with a wolf, had become, as they wandered, a group more and more intimately united. There errant life had not hindered education. "To wander is to grow," Ursus said. Gwynplaine was evidently made to exhibit at fairs.
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