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"
If
I
don
’
t
save
her
from
the
hands
of
that
humbug
,
"
he
said
,
aloud
,
as
he
went
to
bed
,
"
she
is
lost
.
But
I
shall
save
her
.
"
He
put
out
his
lamp
and
felt
a
need
to
insult
Erik
in
the
dark
.
Thrice
over
,
he
shouted
:
"
Humbug
!
.
.
.
Humbug
!
.
.
.
Humbug
!
"
But
,
suddenly
,
he
raised
himself
on
his
elbow
.
A
cold
sweat
poured
from
his
temples
.
Two
eyes
,
like
blazing
coals
,
had
appeared
at
the
foot
of
his
bed
.
They
stared
at
him
fixedly
,
terribly
,
in
the
darkness
of
the
night
.
Raoul
was
no
coward
;
and
yet
he
trembled
.
He
put
out
a
groping
,
hesitating
hand
toward
the
table
by
his
bedside
.
He
found
the
matches
and
lit
his
candle
.
The
eyes
disappeared
.
Still
uneasy
in
his
mind
,
he
thought
to
himself
:
"
She
told
me
that
HIS
eyes
only
showed
in
the
dark
.
His
eyes
have
disappeared
in
the
light
,
but
HE
may
be
there
still
.
"
And
he
rose
,
hunted
about
,
went
round
the
room
.
He
looked
under
his
bed
,
like
a
child
.
Then
he
thought
himself
absurd
,
got
into
bed
again
and
blew
out
the
candle
.
The
eyes
reappeared
.
He
sat
up
and
stared
back
at
them
with
all
the
courage
he
possessed
.
Then
he
cried
:
"
Is
that
you
,
Erik
?
Man
,
genius
,
or
ghost
,
is
it
you
?
"
