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When
the
passage
was
once
more
deserted
,
he
crossed
it
,
opened
the
door
of
the
dressing
-
room
,
went
in
and
shut
the
door
.
He
found
himself
in
absolute
darkness
.
The
gas
had
been
turned
out
.
"
There
is
some
one
here
!
"
said
Raoul
,
with
his
back
against
the
closed
door
,
in
a
quivering
voice
.
"
What
are
you
hiding
for
?
"
All
was
darkness
and
silence
.
Raoul
heard
only
the
sound
of
his
own
breathing
.
He
quite
failed
to
see
that
the
indiscretion
of
his
conduct
was
exceeding
all
bounds
.
"
You
shan
’
t
leave
this
until
I
let
you
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
If
you
don
’
t
answer
,
you
are
a
coward
!
But
I
’
ll
expose
you
!
"
And
he
struck
a
match
.
The
blaze
lit
up
the
room
.
There
was
no
one
in
the
room
!
Raoul
,
first
turning
the
key
in
the
door
,
lit
the
gas
-
jets
.
He
went
into
the
dressing
-
closet
,
opened
the
cupboards
,
hunted
about
,
felt
the
walls
with
his
moist
hands
.
Nothing
!
"
Look
here
!
"
he
said
,
aloud
.
"
Am
I
going
mad
?
"
He
stood
for
ten
minutes
listening
to
the
gas
flaring
in
the
silence
of
the
empty
room
;
lover
though
he
was
,
he
did
not
even
think
of
stealing
a
ribbon
that
would
have
given
him
the
perfume
of
the
woman
he
loved
.
He
went
out
,
not
knowing
what
he
was
doing
nor
where
he
was
going
.
At
a
given
moment
in
his
wayward
progress
,
an
icy
draft
struck
him
in
the
face
.
He
found
himself
at
the
bottom
of
a
staircase
,
down
which
,
behind
him
,
a
procession
of
workmen
were
carrying
a
sort
of
stretcher
,
covered
with
a
white
sheet
.
"
Which
is
the
way
out
,
please
?
"
he
asked
of
one
of
the
men
.
"
Straight
in
front
of
you
,
the
door
is
open
But
let
us
pass
.
"
