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"
Quick
!
Quick
!
.
.
.
Come
!
"
And
she
dragged
him
to
her
dressing
-
room
.
Raoul
at
once
threw
himself
on
his
knees
before
her
.
He
swore
to
her
that
he
would
go
and
he
entreated
her
never
again
to
withhold
a
single
hour
of
the
ideal
happiness
which
she
had
promised
him
.
She
let
her
tears
flow
.
They
kissed
like
a
despairing
brother
and
sister
who
have
been
smitten
with
a
common
loss
and
who
meet
to
mourn
a
dead
parent
.
Suddenly
,
she
snatched
herself
from
the
young
man
’
s
soft
and
timid
embrace
,
seemed
to
listen
to
something
,
and
,
with
a
quick
gesture
,
pointed
to
the
door
.
When
he
was
on
the
threshold
,
she
said
,
in
so
low
a
voice
that
the
viscount
guessed
rather
than
heard
her
words
:
"
To
-
morrow
,
my
dear
betrothed
!
And
be
happy
,
Raoul
:
I
sang
for
you
to
-
night
!
"
He
returned
the
next
day
.
But
those
two
days
of
absence
had
broken
the
charm
of
their
delightful
make
-
believe
.
They
looked
at
each
other
,
in
the
dressing
-
room
,
with
their
sad
eyes
,
without
exchanging
a
word
.
Raoul
had
to
restrain
himself
not
to
cry
out
:
"
I
am
jealous
!
I
am
jealous
!
I
am
jealous
!
"
But
she
heard
him
all
the
same
.
Then
she
said
:
"
Come
for
a
walk
,
dear
.
The
air
will
do
you
good
.
"
Raoul
thought
that
she
would
propose
a
stroll
in
the
country
,
far
from
that
building
which
he
detested
as
a
prison
whose
jailer
he
could
feel
walking
within
the
walls
.
.
.
the
jailer
Erik
.
.
.
