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"
Don
’
t
go
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
want
you
to
know
everything
HERE
!
"
"
But
why
here
,
Christine
?
I
am
afraid
of
your
catching
cold
.
"
"
We
have
nothing
to
fear
except
the
trap
-
doors
,
dear
,
and
here
we
are
miles
away
from
the
trap
-
doors
.
.
.
and
I
am
not
allowed
to
see
you
outside
the
theater
.
This
is
not
the
time
to
annoy
him
.
We
must
not
arouse
his
suspicion
.
"
"
Christine
!
Christine
!
Something
tells
me
that
we
are
wrong
to
wait
till
to
-
morrow
evening
and
that
we
ought
to
fly
at
once
.
"
"
I
tell
you
that
,
if
he
does
not
hear
me
sing
tomorrow
,
it
will
cause
him
infinite
pain
.
"
"
It
is
difficult
not
to
cause
him
pain
and
yet
to
escape
from
him
for
good
.
"
"
You
are
right
in
that
,
Raoul
,
for
certainly
he
will
die
of
my
flight
.
"
And
she
added
in
a
dull
voice
,
"
But
then
it
counts
both
ways
.
.
.
for
we
risk
his
killing
us
.
"
"
Does
he
love
you
so
much
?
"
"
He
would
commit
murder
for
me
.
"
