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"
And
what
did
you
do
?
"
"
I
thought
it
was
an
aberration
of
my
senses
,
a
mad
dream
.
"
Or
some
new
fancy
of
the
ghost
’
s
!
"
chuckled
the
Persian
.
"
Ah
,
M
.
de
Chagny
,
"
he
continued
,
still
with
his
hand
on
the
mirror
,
"
would
that
we
had
to
do
with
a
ghost
!
We
could
then
leave
our
pistols
in
their
case
.
.
.
Put
down
your
hat
,
please
.
.
.
there
.
.
.
and
now
cover
your
shirt
-
front
as
much
as
you
can
with
your
coat
.
.
.
as
I
am
doing
.
.
.
Bring
the
lapels
forward
.
.
.
turn
up
the
collar
.
.
.
We
must
make
ourselves
as
invisible
as
possible
.
"
Bearing
against
the
mirror
,
after
a
short
silence
,
he
said
:
"
It
takes
some
time
to
release
the
counterbalance
,
when
you
press
on
the
spring
from
the
inside
of
the
room
.
It
is
different
when
you
are
behind
the
wall
and
can
act
directly
on
the
counterbalance
.
Then
the
mirror
turns
at
once
and
is
moved
with
incredible
rapidity
.
"
"
What
counterbalance
?
"
asked
Raoul
.
"
Why
,
the
counterbalance
that
lifts
the
whole
of
this
wall
on
to
its
pivot
.
You
surely
don
’
t
expect
it
to
move
of
itself
,
by
enchantment
!
If
you
watch
,
you
will
see
the
mirror
first
rise
an
inch
or
two
and
then
shift
an
inch
or
two
from
left
to
right
.
It
will
then
be
on
a
pivot
and
will
swing
round
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
turning
!
"
said
Raoul
impatiently
.
"
Oh
,
wait
!
You
have
time
enough
to
be
impatient
,
sir
!
The
mechanism
has
obviously
become
rusty
,
or
else
the
spring
isn
’
t
working
.
.
.
Unless
it
is
something
else
,
"
added
the
Persian
,
anxiously
.
