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Erik
was
there
,
speaking
to
us
!
We
made
a
movement
as
though
to
fling
ourselves
upon
him
.
But
,
already
,
swifter
,
more
fleeting
than
the
voice
of
the
echo
,
Erik
’
s
voice
had
leaped
back
behind
the
wall
!
Soon
we
heard
nothing
more
at
all
,
for
this
is
what
happened
:
"
Erik
!
Erik
!
"
said
Christine
’
s
voice
.
"
You
tire
me
with
your
voice
.
Don
’
t
go
on
,
Erik
!
Isn
’
t
it
very
hot
here
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
replied
Erik
’
s
voice
,
"
the
heat
is
unendurable
!
"
"
But
what
does
this
mean
?
.
.
.
The
wall
is
really
getting
quite
hot
!
.
.
.
The
wall
is
burning
!
"
"
I
’
ll
tell
you
,
Christine
,
dear
:
it
is
because
of
the
forest
next
door
.
"
"
Well
,
what
has
that
to
do
with
it
?
The
forest
?
"
"
WHY
,
DIDN
’
T
YOU
SEE
THAT
IT
WAS
AN
AFRICAN
FOREST
?
"
And
the
monster
laughed
so
loudly
and
hideously
that
we
could
no
longer
distinguish
Christine
’
s
supplicating
cries
!
The
Vicomte
de
Chagny
shouted
and
banged
against
the
walls
like
a
madman
.
I
could
not
restrain
him
.
But
we
heard
nothing
except
the
monster
’
s
laughter
,
and
the
monster
himself
can
have
heard
nothing
else
.
And
then
there
was
the
sound
of
a
body
falling
on
the
floor
and
being
dragged
along
and
a
door
slammed
and
then
nothing
,
nothing
more
around
us
save
the
scorching
silence
of
the
south
in
the
heart
of
a
tropical
forest
!
THE
PERSIAN
’
S
NARRATIVE
CONTINUED
