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While
groping
over
the
successive
panels
with
the
greatest
care
,
I
endeavored
not
to
lose
a
minute
,
for
I
was
feeling
more
and
more
overcome
with
the
heat
and
we
were
literally
roasting
in
that
blazing
forest
.
I
had
been
working
like
this
for
half
an
hour
and
had
finished
three
panels
,
when
,
as
ill
-
luck
would
have
it
,
I
turned
round
on
hearing
a
muttered
exclamation
from
the
viscount
.
"
I
am
stifling
,
"
he
said
.
"
All
those
mirrors
are
sending
out
an
infernal
heat
!
Do
you
think
you
will
find
that
spring
soon
?
If
you
are
much
longer
about
it
,
we
shall
be
roasted
alive
!
"
I
was
not
sorry
to
hear
him
talk
like
this
.
He
had
not
said
a
word
of
the
forest
and
I
hoped
that
my
companion
’
s
reason
would
hold
out
some
time
longer
against
the
torture
.
But
he
added
:
"
What
consoles
me
is
that
the
monster
has
given
Christine
until
eleven
to
-
morrow
evening
.
If
we
can
’
t
get
out
of
here
and
go
to
her
assistance
,
at
least
we
shall
be
dead
before
her
!
Then
Erik
’
s
mass
can
serve
for
all
of
us
!
"
And
he
gulped
down
a
breath
of
hot
air
that
nearly
made
him
faint
.
As
I
had
not
the
same
desperate
reasons
as
M
.
le
Vicomte
for
accepting
death
,
I
returned
,
after
giving
him
a
word
of
encouragement
,
to
my
panel
,
but
I
had
made
the
mistake
of
taking
a
few
steps
while
speaking
and
,
in
the
tangle
of
the
illusive
forest
,
I
was
no
longer
able
to
find
my
panel
for
certain
!
I
had
to
begin
all
over
again
,
at
random
,
feeling
,
fumbling
,
groping
.
Now
the
fever
laid
hold
of
me
in
my
turn
.
.
.
for
I
found
nothing
,
absolutely
nothing
.
In
the
next
room
,
all
was
silence
.
We
were
quite
lost
in
the
forest
,
without
an
outlet
,
a
compass
,
a
guide
or
anything
.
Oh
,
I
knew
what
awaited
us
if
nobody
came
to
our
aid
.
.
.
or
if
I
did
not
find
the
spring
!
But
,
look
as
I
might
,
I
found
nothing
but
branches
,
beautiful
branches
that
stood
straight
up
before
me
,
or
spread
gracefully
over
my
head
.
But
they
gave
no
shade
.
And
this
was
natural
enough
,
as
we
were
in
an
equatorial
forest
,
with
the
sun
right
above
our
heads
,
an
African
forest
.
M
.
de
Chagny
and
I
had
repeatedly
taken
off
our
coats
and
put
them
on
again
,
finding
at
one
time
that
they
made
us
feel
still
hotter
and
at
another
that
they
protected
us
against
the
heat
.
I
was
still
making
a
moral
resistance
,
but
M
.
