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He
felt
himself
clasped
in
the
Persian
’
s
arms
.
"
Hush
!
"
said
the
Persian
.
And
they
stood
motionless
,
listening
.
The
darkness
was
thick
around
them
,
the
silence
heavy
and
terrible
.
Then
the
Persian
began
to
make
play
with
the
dark
lantern
again
,
turning
the
rays
over
their
heads
,
looking
for
the
hole
through
which
they
had
come
,
and
failing
to
find
it
:
"
Oh
!
"
he
said
.
"
The
stone
has
closed
of
itself
!
"
And
the
light
of
the
lantern
swept
down
the
wall
and
over
the
floor
.
The
Persian
stooped
and
picked
up
something
,
a
sort
of
cord
,
which
he
examined
for
a
second
and
flung
away
with
horror
.
"
The
Punjab
lasso
!
"
he
muttered
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
asked
Raoul
.
