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"
Higher
!
"
was
all
she
said
.
"
Higher
still
!
"
And
she
dragged
him
up
toward
the
summit
.
He
had
a
difficulty
in
following
her
.
They
were
soon
under
the
very
roof
,
in
the
maze
of
timber
-
work
.
They
slipped
through
the
buttresses
,
the
rafters
,
the
joists
;
they
ran
from
beam
to
beam
as
they
might
have
run
from
tree
to
tree
in
a
forest
.
And
,
despite
the
care
which
she
took
to
look
behind
her
at
every
moment
,
she
failed
to
see
a
shadow
which
followed
her
like
her
own
shadow
,
which
stopped
when
she
stopped
,
which
started
again
when
she
did
and
which
made
no
more
noise
than
a
well
-
conducted
shadow
should
.
As
for
Raoul
,
he
saw
nothing
either
;
for
,
when
he
had
Christine
in
front
of
him
,
nothing
interested
him
that
happened
behind
.
On
this
way
,
they
reached
the
roof
.
Christine
tripped
over
it
as
lightly
as
a
swallow
.
Their
eyes
swept
the
empty
space
between
the
three
domes
and
the
triangular
pediment
.
She
breathed
freely
over
Paris
,
the
whole
valley
of
which
was
seen
at
work
below
.
She
called
Raoul
to
come
quite
close
to
her
and
they
walked
side
by
side
along
the
zinc
streets
,
in
the
leaden
avenues
;
they
looked
at
their
twin
shapes
in
the
huge
tanks
,
full
of
stagnant
water
,
where
,
in
the
hot
weather
,
the
little
boys
of
the
ballet
,
a
score
or
so
,
learn
to
swim
and
dive
.
The
shadow
had
followed
behind
them
clinging
to
their
steps
;
and
the
two
children
little
suspected
its
presence
when
they
at
last
sat
down
,
trustingly
,
under
the
mighty
protection
of
Apollo
,
who
,
with
a
great
bronze
gesture
,
lifted
his
huge
lyre
to
the
heart
of
a
crimson
sky
.
It
was
a
gorgeous
spring
evening
.
Clouds
,
which
had
just
received
their
gossamer
robe
of
gold
and
purple
from
the
setting
sun
,
drifted
slowly
by
;
and
Christine
said
to
Raoul
:
"
Soon
we
shall
go
farther
and
faster
than
the
clouds
,
to
the
end
of
the
world
,
and
then
you
will
leave
me
,
Raoul
.
But
,
if
,
when
the
moment
comes
for
you
to
take
me
away
,
I
refuse
to
go
with
you
—
well
you
must
carry
me
off
by
force
!
"
"
Are
you
afraid
that
you
will
change
your
mind
,
Christine
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
she
said
,
shaking
her
head
in
an
odd
fashion
.
"
He
is
a
demon
!
"
And
she
shivered
and
nestled
in
his
arms
with
a
moan
.
"
I
am
afraid
now
of
going
back
to
live
with
him
.
.
.
in
the
ground
!
"
