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Once
,
when
they
were
passing
before
an
open
trapdoor
on
the
stage
,
Raoul
stopped
over
the
dark
cavity
.
"
You
have
shown
me
over
the
upper
part
of
your
empire
,
Christine
,
but
there
are
strange
stories
told
of
the
lower
part
.
Shall
we
go
down
?
"
She
caught
him
in
her
arms
,
as
though
she
feared
to
see
him
disappear
down
the
black
hole
,
and
,
in
a
trembling
voice
,
whispered
:
"
Never
!
.
.
.
I
will
not
have
you
go
there
!
.
.
.
Besides
,
it
’
s
not
mine
.
.
.
EVERYTHING
THAT
IS
UNDERGROUND
BELONGS
TO
HIM
!
"
Raoul
looked
her
in
the
eyes
and
said
roughly
:
"
So
he
lives
down
there
,
does
he
?
"
"
I
never
said
so
.
.
.
Who
told
you
a
thing
like
that
?
Come
away
!
I
sometimes
wonder
if
you
are
quite
sane
,
Raoul
.
.
.
You
always
take
things
in
such
an
impossible
way
.
.
.
Come
along
!
Come
!
"
And
she
literally
dragged
him
away
,
for
he
was
obstinate
and
wanted
to
remain
by
the
trap
-
door
;
that
hole
attracted
him
.
Suddenly
,
the
trap
-
door
was
closed
and
so
quickly
that
they
did
not
even
see
the
hand
that
worked
it
;
and
they
remained
quite
dazed
.
"
Perhaps
HE
was
there
,
"
Raoul
said
,
at
last
.
