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"
Oh
,
my
darling
,
my
darling
!
.
.
.
How
sweet
of
you
!
.
.
.
How
nice
of
you
to
save
me
the
exertion
at
my
age
!
.
.
.
Tell
me
what
he
looks
like
!
"
At
that
moment
,
we
distinctly
heard
these
words
above
our
heads
:
"
There
is
no
one
there
,
dear
!
"
"
No
one
?
.
.
.
Are
you
sure
there
is
no
one
?
"
"
Why
,
of
course
not
.
.
.
no
one
!
"
"
Well
,
that
’
s
all
right
!
.
.
.
What
’
s
the
matter
,
Christine
?
You
’
re
not
going
to
faint
,
are
you
.
.
.
as
there
is
no
one
there
?
.
.
.
Here
.
.
.
come
down
.
.
.
there
!
.
.
.
Pull
yourself
together
.
.
.
as
there
is
no
one
there
!
.
.
.
BUT
HOW
DO
YOU
LIKE
THE
LANDSCAPE
?
"
"
Oh
,
very
much
!
"
"
There
,
that
’
s
better
!
.
.
.
You
’
re
better
now
,
are
you
not
?
.
.
.
That
’
s
all
right
,
you
’
re
better
!
.
.
.
No
excitement
!
.
.
.
And
what
a
funny
house
,
isn
’
t
it
,
with
landscapes
like
that
in
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
it
’
s
like
the
Musee
Grevin
.
.
.
But
,
say
,
Erik
.
.
.
there
are
no
tortures
in
there
!
.
.
.
What
a
fright
you
gave
me
!
"
