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"
Before
answering
that
,
"
said
Raoul
,
at
last
,
speaking
very
slowly
,
"
I
should
like
to
know
with
what
feeling
he
inspires
you
,
since
you
do
not
hate
him
.
"
"
With
horror
!
"
she
said
.
"
That
is
the
terrible
thing
about
it
.
He
fills
me
with
horror
and
I
do
not
hate
him
.
How
can
I
hate
him
,
Raoul
?
Think
of
Erik
at
my
feet
,
in
the
house
on
the
lake
,
underground
.
He
accuses
himself
,
he
curses
himself
,
he
implores
my
forgiveness
!
.
.
.
He
confesses
his
cheat
.
He
loves
me
!
He
lays
at
my
feet
an
immense
and
tragic
love
.
.
.
He
has
carried
me
off
for
love
!
.
.
.
He
has
imprisoned
me
with
him
,
underground
,
for
love
!
.
.
.
But
he
respects
me
:
he
crawls
,
he
moans
,
he
weeps
!
.
.
.
And
,
when
I
stood
up
,
Raoul
,
and
told
him
that
I
could
only
despise
him
if
he
did
not
,
then
and
there
,
give
me
my
liberty
.
.
.
he
offered
it
.
.
.
he
offered
to
show
me
the
mysterious
road
.
.
.
Only
.
.
.
only
he
rose
too
.
.
.
and
I
was
made
to
remember
that
,
though
he
was
not
an
angel
,
nor
a
ghost
,
nor
a
genius
,
he
remained
the
voice
.
.
.
for
he
sang
.
And
I
listened
.
.
.
and
stayed
!
.
.
.
That
night
,
we
did
not
exchange
another
word
.
He
sang
me
to
sleep
.
"
When
I
woke
up
,
I
was
alone
,
lying
on
a
sofa
in
a
simply
furnished
little
bedroom
,
with
an
ordinary
mahogany
bedstead
,
lit
by
a
lamp
standing
on
the
marble
top
of
an
old
Louis
-
Philippe
chest
of
drawers
.
I
soon
discovered
that
I
was
a
prisoner
and
that
the
only
outlet
from
my
room
led
to
a
very
comfortable
bath
-
room
.
On
returning
to
the
bedroom
,
I
saw
on
the
chest
of
drawers
a
note
,
in
red
ink
,
which
said
,
’
My
dear
Christine
,
you
need
have
no
concern
as
to
your
fate
.
You
have
no
better
nor
more
respectful
friend
in
the
world
than
myself
.
You
are
alone
,
at
present
,
in
this
home
which
is
yours
.
I
am
going
out
shopping
to
fetch
you
all
the
things
that
you
can
need
.
’
I
felt
sure
that
I
had
fallen
into
the
hands
of
a
madman
.
I
ran
round
my
little
apartment
,
looking
for
a
way
of
escape
which
I
could
not
find
.
I
upbraided
myself
for
my
absurd
superstition
,
which
had
caused
me
to
fall
into
the
trap
.
I
felt
inclined
to
laugh
and
to
cry
at
the
same
time
.
"
This
was
the
state
of
mind
in
which
Erik
found
me
.
After
giving
three
taps
on
the
wall
,
he
walked
in
quietly
through
a
door
which
I
had
not
noticed
and
which
he
left
open
.
He
had
his
arms
full
of
boxes
and
parcels
and
arranged
them
on
the
bed
,
in
a
leisurely
fashion
,
while
I
overwhelmed
him
with
abuse
and
called
upon
him
to
take
off
his
mask
,
if
it
covered
the
face
of
an
honest
man
.
He
replied
serenely
,
’
You
shall
never
see
Erik
’
s
face
.
’
And
he
reproached
me
with
not
having
finished
dressing
at
that
time
of
day
:
he
was
good
enough
to
tell
me
that
it
was
two
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
.
He
said
he
would
give
me
half
an
hour
and
,
while
he
spoke
,
wound
up
my
watch
and
set
it
for
me
.
After
which
,
he
asked
me
to
come
to
the
dining
-
room
,
where
a
nice
lunch
was
waiting
for
us
.
"
I
was
very
angry
,
slammed
the
door
in
his
face
and
went
to
the
bath
-
room
.
.
.
When
I
came
out
again
,
feeling
greatly
refreshed
,
Erik
said
that
he
loved
me
,
but
that
he
would
never
tell
me
so
except
when
I
allowed
him
and
that
the
rest
of
the
time
would
be
devoted
to
music
.
’
What
do
you
mean
by
the
rest
of
the
time
?
’
I
asked
.
’
Five
days
,
’
he
said
,
with
decision
.
I
asked
him
if
I
should
then
be
free
and
he
said
,
’
You
will
be
free
,
Christine
,
for
,
when
those
five
days
are
past
,
you
will
have
learned
not
to
see
me
;
and
then
,
from
time
to
time
,
you
will
come
to
see
your
poor
Erik
!
’
He
pointed
to
a
chair
opposite
him
,
at
a
small
table
,
and
I
sat
down
,
feeling
greatly
perturbed
.
However
,
I
ate
a
few
prawns
and
the
wing
of
a
chicken
and
drank
half
a
glass
of
tokay
,
which
he
had
himself
,
he
told
me
,
brought
from
the
Konigsberg
cellars
.
Erik
did
not
eat
or
drink
.
I
asked
him
what
his
nationality
was
and
if
that
name
of
Erik
did
not
point
to
his
Scandinavian
origin
.
He
said
that
he
had
no
name
and
no
country
and
that
he
had
taken
the
name
of
Erik
by
accident
.
"
After
lunch
,
he
rose
and
gave
me
the
tips
of
his
fingers
,
saying
he
would
like
to
show
me
over
his
flat
;
but
I
snatched
away
my
hand
and
gave
a
cry
.
What
I
had
touched
was
cold
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
bony
;
and
I
remembered
that
his
hands
smelt
of
death
.
’
Oh
,
forgive
me
!
’
he
moaned
.
And
he
opened
a
door
before
me
.
’
This
is
my
bedroom
,
if
you
care
to
see
it
.
It
is
rather
curious
.
’
His
manners
,
his
words
,
his
attitude
gave
me
confidence
and
I
went
in
without
hesitation
.
I
felt
as
if
I
were
entering
the
room
of
a
dead
person
.
The
walls
were
all
hung
with
black
,
but
,
instead
of
the
white
trimmings
that
usually
set
off
that
funereal
upholstery
,
there
was
an
enormous
stave
of
music
with
the
notes
of
the
DIES
IRAE
,
many
times
repeated
.
In
the
middle
of
the
room
was
a
canopy
,
from
which
hung
curtains
of
red
brocaded
stuff
,
and
,
under
the
canopy
,
an
open
coffin
.
’
That
is
where
I
sleep
,
’
said
Erik
.
’
One
has
to
get
used
to
everything
in
life
,
even
to
eternity
.
’
The
sight
upset
me
so
much
that
I
turned
away
my
head
.
