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"
Oh
,
I
swear
,
"
said
the
viscount
,
"
that
the
tune
dies
away
in
the
barrel
!
.
.
.
"
We
stood
up
and
went
to
look
behind
the
barrel
.
"
It
’
s
inside
,
"
said
M
.
de
Chagny
,
"
it
’
s
inside
!
"
But
we
heard
nothing
there
and
were
driven
to
accuse
the
bad
condition
of
our
senses
.
And
we
returned
to
the
bung
-
hole
.
M
.
de
Chagny
put
his
two
hands
together
underneath
it
and
,
with
a
last
effort
,
I
burst
the
bung
.
"
What
’
s
this
?
"
cried
the
viscount
.
"
This
isn
’
t
water
!
"
The
viscount
put
his
two
full
hands
close
to
my
lantern
.
.
.
I
stooped
to
look
.
.
and
at
once
threw
away
the
lantern
with
such
violence
that
it
broke
and
went
out
,
leaving
us
in
utter
darkness
.
What
I
had
seen
in
M
.
de
Chagny
’
s
hands
.
.
.
was
gun
-
powder
!
THE
PERSIAN
’
S
NARRATIVE
CONCLUDED
The
discovery
flung
us
into
a
state
of
alarm
that
made
us
forget
all
our
past
and
present
sufferings
.
We
now
knew
all
that
the
monster
meant
to
convey
when
he
said
to
Christine
Daae
:
