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And
his
mouth
was
open
,
as
though
he
were
drinking
.
And
my
mouth
was
open
too
,
as
though
I
were
drinking
.
For
we
not
only
saw
the
water
,
but
WE
HEARD
IT
!
.
.
.
We
heard
it
flow
,
we
heard
it
ripple
!
.
.
.
Do
you
understand
that
word
"
ripple
?
"
.
.
.
IT
IS
A
SOUND
WHICH
YOU
HEAR
WITH
YOUR
TONGUE
!
.
.
.
You
put
your
tongue
out
of
your
mouth
to
listen
to
it
better
!
Lastly
—
and
this
was
the
most
pitiless
torture
of
all
—
we
heard
the
rain
and
it
was
not
raining
!
This
was
an
infernal
invention
.
.
.
Oh
,
I
knew
well
enough
how
Erik
obtained
it
!
He
filled
with
little
stones
a
very
long
and
narrow
box
,
broken
up
inside
with
wooden
and
metal
projections
.
The
stones
,
in
falling
,
struck
against
these
projections
and
rebounded
from
one
to
another
;
and
the
result
was
a
series
of
pattering
sounds
that
exactly
imitated
a
rainstorm
.
Ah
,
you
should
have
seen
us
putting
out
our
tongues
and
dragging
ourselves
toward
the
rippling
river
-
bank
!
Our
eyes
and
ears
were
full
of
water
,
but
our
tongues
were
hard
and
dry
as
horn
!
When
we
reached
the
mirror
,
M
.
de
Chagny
licked
it
.
.
.
and
I
also
licked
the
glass
.
It
was
burning
hot
!
Then
we
rolled
on
the
floor
with
a
hoarse
cry
of
despair
.
M
.
de
Chagny
put
the
one
pistol
that
was
still
loaded
to
his
temple
;
and
I
stared
at
the
Punjab
lasso
at
the
foot
of
the
iron
tree
.
I
knew
why
the
iron
tree
had
returned
,
in
this
third
change
of
scene
!
.
.
.
The
iron
tree
was
waiting
for
me
!
.
.
.
But
,
as
I
stared
at
the
Punjab
lasso
,
I
saw
a
thing
that
made
me
start
so
violently
that
M
.
de
Chagny
delayed
his
attempt
at
suicide
.
I
took
his
arm
.
And
then
I
caught
the
pistol
from
him
.
.
.
and
then
I
dragged
myself
on
my
knees
toward
what
I
had
seen
.
