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At
last
,
I
found
the
staircase
.
But
,
suddenly
I
drew
myself
up
on
the
first
step
,
for
a
terrible
thought
had
come
to
my
mind
:
"
What
is
the
time
?
"
Ah
,
what
was
the
time
?
.
.
.
For
,
after
all
,
eleven
o
’
clock
to
-
morrow
evening
might
be
now
,
might
be
this
very
moment
!
Who
could
tell
us
the
time
?
We
seemed
to
have
been
imprisoned
in
that
hell
for
days
and
days
.
.
.
for
years
.
.
.
since
the
beginning
of
the
world
.
Perhaps
we
should
be
blown
up
then
and
there
!
Ah
,
a
sound
!
A
crack
!
"
Did
you
hear
that
?
.
.
.
There
,
in
the
corner
.
.
.
good
heavens
!
.
.
.
Like
a
sound
of
machinery
!
.
.
.
Again
!
.
.
.
Oh
,
for
a
light
!
.
.
.
Perhaps
it
’
s
the
machinery
that
is
to
blow
everything
up
!
.
.
.
I
tell
you
,
a
cracking
sound
:
are
you
deaf
?
"
M
.
de
Chagny
and
I
began
to
yell
like
madmen
.
Fear
spurred
us
on
.
We
rushed
up
the
treads
of
the
staircase
,
stumbling
as
we
went
,
anything
to
escape
the
dark
,
to
return
to
the
mortal
light
of
the
room
of
mirrors
!
We
found
the
trap
-
door
still
open
,
but
it
was
now
as
dark
in
the
room
of
mirrors
as
in
the
cellar
which
we
had
left
.
We
dragged
ourselves
along
the
floor
of
the
torture
-
chamber
,
the
floor
that
separated
us
from
the
powder
-
magazine
.
What
was
the
time
?
We
shouted
,
we
called
:
M
.
de
Chagny
to
Christine
,
I
to
Erik
.
I
reminded
him
that
I
had
saved
his
life
.
But
no
answer
,
save
that
of
our
despair
,
of
our
madness
:
what
was
the
time
?
We
argued
,
we
tried
to
calculate
the
time
which
we
had
spent
there
,
but
we
were
incapable
of
reasoning
.
If
only
we
could
see
the
face
of
a
watch
!
.
.
.
Mine
had
stopped
,
but
M
.
de
Chagny
’
s
was
still
going
.
.
.
He
told
me
that
he
had
wound
it
up
before
dressing
for
the
Opera
.
.
.
We
had
not
a
match
upon
us
.
.
.
And
yet
we
must
know
.
.
.
M
.
de
Chagny
broke
the
glass
of
his
watch
and
felt
the
two
hands
.
.
.
He
questioned
the
hands
of
the
watch
with
his
finger
-
tips
,
going
by
the
position
of
the
ring
of
the
watch
.
.
.
Judging
by
the
space
between
the
hands
,
he
thought
it
might
be
just
eleven
o
’
clock
!
But
perhaps
it
was
not
the
eleven
o
’
clock
of
which
we
stood
in
dread
.
Perhaps
we
had
still
twelve
hours
before
us
!
Suddenly
,
I
exclaimed
:
"
Hush
!
"
I
seemed
to
hear
footsteps
in
the
next
room
.
Some
one
tapped
against
the
wall
.
Christine
Daae
’
s
voice
said
:
