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"
I
made
no
movement
and
let
myself
go
.
The
black
shape
held
me
up
,
and
I
made
no
effort
to
escape
.
A
curious
feeling
of
peacefulness
came
over
me
and
I
thought
that
I
must
be
under
the
influence
of
some
cordial
.
I
had
the
full
command
of
my
senses
;
and
my
eyes
became
used
to
the
darkness
,
which
was
lit
,
here
and
there
,
by
fitful
gleams
.
I
calculated
that
we
were
in
a
narrow
circular
gallery
,
probably
running
all
round
the
Opera
,
which
is
immense
,
underground
.
I
had
once
been
down
into
those
cellars
,
but
had
stopped
at
the
third
floor
,
though
there
were
two
lower
still
,
large
enough
to
hold
a
town
.
But
the
figures
of
which
I
caught
sight
had
made
me
run
away
.
There
are
demons
down
there
,
quite
black
,
standing
in
front
of
boilers
,
and
they
wield
shovels
and
pitchforks
and
poke
up
fires
and
stir
up
flames
and
,
if
you
come
too
near
them
,
they
frighten
you
by
suddenly
opening
the
red
mouths
of
their
furnaces
.
.
.
Well
,
while
Cesar
was
quietly
carrying
me
on
his
back
,
I
saw
those
black
demons
in
the
distance
,
looking
quite
small
,
in
front
of
the
red
fires
of
their
furnaces
:
they
came
into
sight
,
disappeared
and
came
into
sight
again
,
as
we
went
on
our
winding
way
.
At
last
,
they
disappeared
altogether
.
The
shape
was
still
holding
me
up
and
Cesar
walked
on
,
unled
and
sure
-
footed
.
I
could
not
tell
you
,
even
approximately
,
how
long
this
ride
lasted
;
I
only
know
that
we
seemed
to
turn
and
turn
and
often
went
down
a
spiral
stair
into
the
very
heart
of
the
earth
.
Even
then
,
it
may
be
that
my
head
was
turning
,
but
I
don
’
t
think
so
:
no
,
my
mind
was
quite
clear
.
At
last
,
Cesar
raised
his
nostrils
,
sniffed
the
air
and
quickened
his
pace
a
little
.
I
felt
a
moistness
in
the
air
and
Cesar
stopped
.
The
darkness
had
lifted
.
A
sort
of
bluey
light
surrounded
us
.
We
were
on
the
edge
of
a
lake
,
whose
leaden
waters
stretched
into
the
distance
,
into
the
darkness
;
but
the
blue
light
lit
up
the
bank
and
I
saw
a
little
boat
fastened
to
an
iron
ring
on
the
wharf
!
"
"
A
boat
!
"
"
Yes
,
but
I
knew
that
all
that
existed
and
that
there
was
nothing
supernatural
about
that
underground
lake
and
boat
.
But
think
of
the
exceptional
conditions
in
which
I
arrived
upon
that
shore
!
I
don
’
t
know
whether
the
effects
of
the
cordial
had
worn
off
when
the
man
’
s
shape
lifted
me
into
the
boat
,
but
my
terror
began
all
over
again
.
My
gruesome
escort
must
have
noticed
it
,
for
he
sent
Cesar
back
and
I
heard
his
hoofs
trampling
up
a
staircase
while
the
man
jumped
into
the
boat
,
untied
the
rope
that
held
it
and
seized
the
oars
.
He
rowed
with
a
quick
,
powerful
stroke
;
and
his
eyes
,
under
the
mask
,
never
left
me
.
We
slipped
across
the
noiseless
water
in
the
bluey
light
which
I
told
you
of
;
then
we
were
in
the
dark
again
and
we
touched
shore
.
And
I
was
once
more
taken
up
in
the
man
’
s
arms
.
I
cried
aloud
.
And
then
,
suddenly
,
I
was
silent
,
dazed
by
the
light
.
.
.
Yes
,
a
dazzling
light
in
the
midst
of
which
I
had
been
put
down
.
I
sprang
to
my
feet
.
I
was
in
the
middle
of
a
drawing
-
room
that
seemed
to
me
to
be
decorated
,
adorned
and
furnished
with
nothing
but
flowers
,
flowers
both
magnificent
and
stupid
,
because
of
the
silk
ribbons
that
tied
them
to
baskets
,
like
those
which
they
sell
in
the
shops
on
the
boulevards
.
They
were
much
too
civilized
flowers
,
like
those
which
I
used
to
find
in
my
dressing
-
room
after
a
first
night
.
And
,
in
the
midst
of
all
these
flowers
,
stood
the
black
shape
of
the
man
in
the
mask
,
with
arms
crossed
,
and
he
said
,
’
Don
’
t
be
afraid
,
Christine
;
you
are
in
no
danger
.
’
IT
WAS
THE
VOICE
!
"
My
anger
equaled
my
amazement
.
I
rushed
at
the
mask
and
tried
to
snatch
it
away
,
so
as
to
see
the
face
of
the
voice
.
The
man
said
,
’
You
are
in
no
danger
,
so
long
as
you
do
not
touch
the
mask
.
’
And
,
taking
me
gently
by
the
wrists
,
he
forced
me
into
a
chair
and
then
went
down
on
his
knees
before
me
and
said
nothing
more
!
His
humility
gave
me
back
some
of
my
courage
;
and
the
light
restored
me
to
the
realties
of
life
.
However
extraordinary
the
adventure
might
be
,
I
was
now
surrounded
by
mortal
,
visible
,
tangible
things
.
The
furniture
,
the
hangings
,
the
candles
,
the
vases
and
the
very
flowers
in
their
baskets
,
of
which
I
could
almost
have
told
whence
they
came
and
what
they
cost
,
were
bound
to
confine
my
imagination
to
the
limits
of
a
drawing
-
room
quite
as
commonplace
as
any
that
,
at
least
,
had
the
excuse
of
not
being
in
the
cellars
of
the
Opera
.
I
had
,
no
doubt
,
to
do
with
a
terrible
,
eccentric
person
,
who
,
in
some
mysterious
fashion
,
had
succeeded
in
taking
up
his
abode
there
,
under
the
Opera
house
,
five
stories
below
the
level
of
the
ground
.
And
the
voice
,
the
voice
which
I
had
recognized
under
the
mask
,
was
on
its
knees
before
me
,
WAS
A
MAN
!
And
I
began
to
cry
.
.
.
The
man
,
still
kneeling
,
must
have
understood
the
cause
of
my
tears
,
for
he
said
,
’
It
is
true
,
Christine
!
.
.
.
I
am
not
an
Angel
,
nor
a
genius
,
nor
a
ghost
.
.
.
I
am
Erik
!
’
"
Christine
’
s
narrative
was
again
interrupted
.
An
echo
behind
them
seemed
to
repeat
the
word
after
her
.
"
Erik
!
"
What
echo
?
.
.
.
They
both
turned
round
and
saw
that
night
had
fallen
.
Raoul
made
a
movement
as
though
to
rise
,
but
Christine
kept
him
beside
her
.
