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But
she
took
him
to
the
stage
and
made
him
sit
on
the
wooden
curb
of
a
well
,
in
the
doubtful
peace
and
coolness
of
a
first
scene
set
for
the
evening
’
s
performance
.
On
another
day
,
she
wandered
with
him
,
hand
in
,
hand
,
along
the
deserted
paths
of
a
garden
whose
creepers
had
been
cut
out
by
a
decorator
’
s
skilful
hands
.
It
was
as
though
the
real
sky
,
the
real
flowers
,
the
real
earth
were
forbidden
her
for
all
time
and
she
condemned
to
breathe
no
other
air
than
that
of
the
theater
.
An
occasional
fireman
passed
,
watching
over
their
melancholy
idyll
from
afar
.
And
she
would
drag
him
up
above
the
clouds
,
in
the
magnificent
disorder
of
the
grid
,
where
she
loved
to
make
him
giddy
by
running
in
front
of
him
along
the
frail
bridges
,
among
the
thousands
of
ropes
fastened
to
the
pulleys
,
the
windlasses
,
the
rollers
,
in
the
midst
of
a
regular
forest
of
yards
and
masts
.
If
he
hesitated
,
she
said
,
with
an
adorable
pout
of
her
lips
:
"
You
,
a
sailor
!
"
And
then
they
returned
to
terra
firma
,
that
is
to
say
,
to
some
passage
that
led
them
to
the
little
girls
’
dancing
-
school
,
where
brats
between
six
and
ten
were
practising
their
steps
,
in
the
hope
of
becoming
great
dancers
one
day
,
"
covered
with
diamonds
.
.
.
"
Meanwhile
,
Christine
gave
them
sweets
instead
.
She
took
him
to
the
wardrobe
and
property
-
rooms
,
took
him
all
over
her
empire
,
which
was
artificial
,
but
immense
,
covering
seventeen
stories
from
the
ground
-
floor
to
the
roof
and
inhabited
by
an
army
of
subjects
.
She
moved
among
them
like
a
popular
queen
,
encouraging
them
in
their
labors
,
sitting
down
in
the
workshops
,
giving
words
of
advice
to
the
workmen
whose
hands
hesitated
to
cut
into
the
rich
stuffs
that
were
to
clothe
heroes
.
There
were
inhabitants
of
that
country
who
practised
every
trade
.
There
were
cobblers
,
there
were
goldsmiths
.
All
had
learned
to
know
her
and
to
love
her
,
for
she
always
interested
herself
in
all
their
troubles
and
all
their
little
hobbies
.
She
knew
unsuspected
corners
that
were
secretly
occupied
by
little
old
couples
.
She
knocked
at
their
door
and
introduced
Raoul
to
them
as
a
Prince
Charming
who
had
asked
for
her
hand
;
and
the
two
of
them
,
sitting
on
some
worm
-
eaten
"
property
,
"
would
listen
to
the
legends
of
the
Opera
,
even
as
,
in
their
childhood
,
they
had
listened
to
the
old
Breton
tales
.
Those
old
people
remembered
nothing
outside
the
Opera
.
They
had
lived
there
for
years
without
number
.
Past
managements
had
forgotten
them
;
palace
revolutions
had
taken
no
notice
of
them
;
the
history
of
France
had
run
its
course
unknown
to
them
;
and
nobody
recollected
their
existence
.
The
precious
days
sped
in
this
way
;
and
Raoul
and
Christine
,
by
affecting
excessive
interest
in
outside
matters
,
strove
awkwardly
to
hide
from
each
other
the
one
thought
of
their
hearts
.
One
fact
was
certain
,
that
Christine
,
who
until
then
had
shown
herself
the
stronger
of
the
two
,
became
suddenly
inexpressibly
nervous
.
When
on
their
expeditions
,
she
would
start
running
without
reason
or
else
suddenly
stop
;
and
her
hand
,
turning
ice
-
cold
in
a
moment
,
would
hold
the
young
man
back
.
Sometimes
her
eyes
seemed
to
pursue
imaginary
shadows
.
She
cried
,
"
This
way
,
"
and
"
This
way
,
"
and
"
This
way
,
"
laughing
a
breathless
laugh
that
often
ended
in
tears
.
Then
Raoul
tried
to
speak
,
to
question
her
,
in
spite
of
his
promises
.
But
,
even
before
he
had
worded
his
question
,
she
answered
feverishly
:
"
Nothing
.
.
.
I
swear
it
is
nothing
.
"
