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He
reflected
:
"
If
it
’
s
he
,
he
’
s
on
the
balcony
!
"
Then
he
ran
to
the
chest
of
drawers
and
groped
for
his
revolver
.
He
opened
the
balcony
window
,
looked
out
,
saw
nothing
and
closed
the
window
again
.
He
went
back
to
bed
,
shivering
,
for
the
night
was
cold
,
and
put
the
revolver
on
the
table
within
his
reach
.
The
eyes
were
still
there
,
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
Were
they
between
the
bed
and
the
window
-
pane
or
behind
the
pane
,
that
is
to
say
,
on
the
balcony
?
That
was
what
Raoul
wanted
to
know
.
He
also
wanted
to
know
if
those
eyes
belonged
to
a
human
being
.
.
.
He
wanted
to
know
everything
.
Then
,
patiently
,
calmly
,
he
seized
his
revolver
and
took
aim
.
He
aimed
a
little
above
the
two
eyes
.
Surely
,
if
they
were
eyes
and
if
above
those
two
eyes
there
was
a
forehead
and
if
Raoul
was
not
too
clumsy
.
.
.
The
shot
made
a
terrible
din
amid
the
silence
of
the
slumbering
house
.
And
,
while
footsteps
came
hurrying
along
the
passages
,
Raoul
sat
up
with
outstretched
arm
,
ready
to
fire
again
,
if
need
be
.
This
time
,
the
two
eyes
had
disappeared
.
Servants
appeared
,
carrying
lights
;
Count
Philippe
,
terribly
anxious
:
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
I
think
I
have
been
dreaming
,
"
replied
the
young
man
.
"
I
fired
at
two
stars
that
kept
me
from
sleeping
.
"
"
You
’
re
raving
!
Are
you
ill
?
For
God
’
s
sake
,
tell
me
,
Raoul
:
what
happened
?
"
