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And
the
count
seized
hold
of
the
revolver
.
"
No
,
no
,
I
’
m
not
raving
.
.
.
Besides
,
we
shall
soon
see
.
.
.
"
He
got
out
of
bed
,
put
on
a
dressing
-
gown
and
slippers
,
took
a
light
from
the
hands
of
a
servant
and
,
opening
the
window
,
stepped
out
on
the
balcony
.
The
count
saw
that
the
window
had
been
pierced
by
a
bullet
at
a
man
’
s
height
.
Raoul
was
leaning
over
the
balcony
with
his
candle
:
"
Aha
!
"
he
said
.
"
Blood
!
.
.
.
Blood
!
.
.
.
Here
,
there
,
more
blood
!
.
.
.
That
’
s
a
good
thing
!
A
ghost
who
bleeds
is
less
dangerous
!
"
he
grinned
.
"
Raoul
!
Raoul
!
Raoul
!
"
The
count
was
shaking
him
as
though
he
were
trying
to
waken
a
sleep
-
walker
.
"
But
,
my
dear
brother
,
I
’
m
not
asleep
!
"
Raoul
protested
impatiently
.
"
You
can
see
the
blood
for
yourself
.
I
thought
I
had
been
dreaming
and
firing
at
two
stars
.
It
was
Erik
’
s
eyes
.
.
.
and
here
is
his
blood
!
.
.
.
After
all
,
perhaps
I
was
wrong
to
shoot
;
and
Christine
is
quite
capable
of
never
forgiving
me
.
.
.
All
this
would
not
have
happened
if
I
had
drawn
the
curtains
before
going
to
bed
.
"
"
Raoul
,
have
you
suddenly
gone
mad
?
Wake
up
!
"
"
What
,
still
?
You
would
do
better
to
help
me
find
Erik
.
.
.
for
,
after
all
,
a
ghost
who
bleeds
can
always
be
found
.
"
