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"
Did
you
see
any
birds
?
"
"
No
,
I
did
not
see
any
birds
.
"
"
Well
,
what
did
you
see
?
Think
!
You
saw
branches
And
what
are
the
branches
?
"
asked
the
terrible
voice
.
"
THERE
’
S
A
GIBBET
!
That
is
why
I
call
my
wood
the
torture
-
chamber
!
.
.
.
You
see
,
it
’
s
all
a
joke
.
I
never
express
myself
like
other
people
.
But
I
am
very
tired
of
it
!
.
.
.
I
’
m
sick
and
tired
of
having
a
forest
and
a
torture
-
chamber
in
my
house
and
of
living
like
a
mountebank
,
in
a
house
with
a
false
bottom
!
.
.
.
I
’
m
tired
of
it
!
I
want
to
have
a
nice
,
quiet
flat
,
with
ordinary
doors
and
windows
and
a
wife
inside
it
,
like
anybody
else
!
A
wife
whom
I
could
love
and
take
out
on
Sundays
and
keep
amused
on
week
-
days
.
.
.
Here
,
shall
I
show
you
some
card
-
tricks
?
That
will
help
us
to
pass
a
few
minutes
,
while
waiting
for
eleven
o
’
clock
to
-
morrow
evening
.
.
.
My
dear
little
Christine
!
.
.
.
Are
you
listening
to
me
?
.
.
.
Tell
me
you
love
me
!
.
.
.
No
,
you
don
’
t
love
me
.
.
.
but
no
matter
,
you
will
!
.
.
.
Once
,
you
could
not
look
at
my
mask
because
you
knew
what
was
behind
.
.
.
And
now
you
don
’
t
mind
looking
at
it
and
you
forget
what
is
behind
!
.
.
.
One
can
get
used
to
everything
.
.
.
if
one
wishes
.
.
.
Plenty
of
young
people
who
did
not
care
for
each
other
before
marriage
have
adored
each
other
since
!
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
am
talking
about
!
But
you
would
have
lots
of
fun
with
me
.
For
instance
,
I
am
the
greatest
ventriloquist
that
ever
lived
,
I
am
the
first
ventriloquist
in
the
world
!
.
.
.
You
’
re
laughing
.
.
.
Perhaps
you
don
’
t
believe
me
?
Listen
.
"
The
wretch
,
who
really
was
the
first
ventriloquist
in
the
world
,
was
only
trying
to
divert
the
child
’
s
attention
from
the
torture
-
chamber
;
but
it
was
a
stupid
scheme
,
for
Christine
thought
of
nothing
but
us
!
She
repeatedly
besought
him
,
in
the
gentlest
tones
which
she
could
assume
:
"
Put
out
the
light
in
the
little
window
!
.
.
.
Erik
,
do
put
out
the
light
in
the
little
window
!
"
For
she
saw
that
this
light
,
which
appeared
so
suddenly
and
of
which
the
monster
had
spoken
in
so
threatening
a
voice
,
must
mean
something
terrible
.
One
thing
must
have
pacified
her
for
a
moment
;
and
that
was
seeing
the
two
of
us
,
behind
the
wall
,
in
the
midst
of
that
resplendent
light
,
alive
and
well
.
But
she
would
certainly
have
felt
much
easier
if
the
light
had
been
put
out
.
Meantime
,
the
other
had
already
begun
to
play
the
ventriloquist
.
He
said
:
"
Here
,
I
raise
my
mask
a
little
.
.
.
Oh
,
only
a
little
!
.
.
.
You
see
my
lips
,
such
lips
as
I
have
?
They
’
re
not
moving
!
.
.
.
My
mouth
is
closed
—
such
mouth
as
I
have
—
and
yet
you
hear
my
voice
.
.
.
Where
will
you
have
it
?
In
your
left
ear
?
In
your
right
ear
?
In
the
table
?
In
those
little
ebony
boxes
on
the
mantelpiece
?
.
.
.
Listen
,
dear
,
it
’
s
in
the
little
box
on
the
right
of
the
mantelpiece
:
what
does
it
say
?
’
SHALL
I
TURN
THE
SCORPION
?
’
.
.
.
And
now
,
crack
!
What
does
it
say
in
the
little
box
on
the
left
?
’
SHALL
I
TURN
THE
GRASSHOPPER
?
’
.
.
.
And
now
,
crack
!
Here
it
is
in
the
little
leather
bag
.
.
.
What
does
it
say
?
’
I
AM
THE
LITTLE
BAG
OF
LIFE
AND
DEATH
!
’
.
.
.
And
now
,
crack
!
It
is
in
Carlotta
’
s
throat
,
in
Carlotta
’
s
golden
throat
,
in
Carlotta
’
s
crystal
throat
,
as
I
live
!
What
does
it
say
?
It
says
,
’
It
’
s
I
,
Mr
.
Toad
,
it
’
s
I
singing
!
I
FEEL
WITHOUT
ALARM
—
CO
-
ACK
—
WITH
ITS
MELODY
ENWIND
ME
—
CO
-
ACK
!
’
.
.
.
And
now
,
crack
!
It
is
on
a
chair
in
the
ghost
’
s
box
and
it
says
,
’
MADAME
CARLOTTA
IS
SINGING
TO
-
NIGHT
TO
BRING
THE
CHANDELIER
DOWN
!
’
.
.
.
And
now
,
crack
!
Aha
!
Where
is
Erik
’
s
voice
now
?
Listen
,
Christine
,
darling
!
Listen
!
It
is
behind
the
door
of
the
torture
-
chamber
!
Listen
!
It
’
s
myself
in
the
torture
-
chamber
!
And
what
do
I
say
?
I
say
,
’
Woe
to
them
that
have
a
nose
,
a
real
nose
,
and
come
to
look
round
the
torture
-
chamber
!
Aha
,
aha
,
aha
!
’
"
Oh
,
the
ventriloquist
’
s
terrible
voice
!
It
was
everywhere
,
everywhere
.
It
passed
through
the
little
invisible
window
,
through
the
walls
.
It
ran
around
us
,
between
us
