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"
After
all
,
as
we
are
to
die
together
.
.
.
and
I
am
just
as
eager
as
you
.
.
.
yes
,
I
have
had
enough
of
this
life
,
you
know
.
.
.
Wait
,
don
’
t
move
,
I
will
release
you
.
.
.
You
have
only
one
word
to
say
:
’
NO
!
’
And
it
will
at
once
be
over
WITH
EVERYBODY
!
.
.
You
are
right
,
you
are
right
;
why
wait
till
eleven
o
’
clock
to
-
morrow
evening
?
True
,
it
would
have
been
grander
,
finer
.
.
.
But
that
is
childish
nonsense
.
.
.
We
should
only
think
of
ourselves
in
this
life
,
of
our
own
death
.
.
.
the
rest
doesn
’
t
matter
.
.
.
YOU
’
RE
LOOKING
AT
ME
BECAUSE
I
AM
ALL
WET
?
.
.
.
Oh
,
my
dear
,
it
’
s
raining
cats
and
dogs
outside
!
.
.
.
Apart
from
that
,
Christine
,
I
think
I
am
subject
to
hallucinations
.
.
.
You
know
,
the
man
who
rang
at
the
siren
’
s
door
just
now
—
go
and
look
if
he
’
s
ringing
at
the
bottom
of
the
lake
-
well
,
he
was
rather
like
.
.
.
There
,
turn
round
.
.
.
are
you
glad
?
You
’
re
free
now
.
.
.
Oh
,
my
poor
Christine
,
look
at
your
wrists
:
tell
me
,
have
I
hurt
them
?
.
.
.
That
alone
deserves
death
.
.
.
Talking
of
death
,
I
MUST
SING
HIS
REQUIEM
!
"
Hearing
these
terrible
remarks
,
I
received
an
awful
presentiment
.
.
.
I
too
had
once
rung
at
the
monster
’
s
door
.
.
.
and
,
without
knowing
it
,
must
have
set
some
warning
current
in
motion
.
And
I
remembered
the
two
arms
that
had
emerged
from
the
inky
waters
.
.
.
What
poor
wretch
had
strayed
to
that
shore
this
time
?
Who
was
’
the
other
one
,
’
the
one
whose
requiem
we
now
heard
sung
?
Erik
sang
like
the
god
of
thunder
,
sang
a
DIES
IRAE
that
enveloped
us
as
in
a
storm
.
The
elements
seemed
to
rage
around
us
.
Suddenly
,
the
organ
and
the
voice
ceased
so
suddenly
that
M
.
de
Chagny
sprang
back
,
on
the
other
side
of
the
wall
,
with
emotion
.
And
the
voice
,
changed
and
transformed
,
distinctly
grated
out
these
metallic
syllables
:
"
WHAT
HAVE
YOU
DONE
WITH
MY
BAG
?
"
THE
PERSIAN
’
S
NARRATIVE
CONTINUED
.
The
voice
repeated
angrily
:
"
What
have
you
done
with
my
bag
?
So
it
was
to
take
my
bag
that
you
asked
me
to
release
you
!
"
We
heard
hurried
steps
,
Christine
running
back
to
the
Louis
-
Philippe
room
,
as
though
to
seek
shelter
on
the
other
side
of
our
wall
.
"
What
are
you
running
away
for
?
"
asked
the
furious
voice
,
which
had
followed
her
.
"
Give
me
back
my
bag
,
will
you
?
Don
’
t
you
know
that
it
is
the
bag
of
life
and
death
?
"
"
Listen
to
me
,
Erik
,
"
sighed
the
girl
.
"
As
it
is
settled
that
we
are
to
live
together
.
.
.
what
difference
can
it
make
to
you
?
"
