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"
Raoul
!
Raoul
!
"
We
were
now
all
talking
at
once
,
on
either
side
of
the
wall
.
Christine
sobbed
;
she
was
not
sure
that
she
would
find
M
.
de
Chagny
alive
.
The
monster
had
been
terrible
,
it
seemed
,
had
done
nothing
but
rave
,
waiting
for
her
to
give
him
the
"
yes
"
which
she
refused
.
And
yet
she
had
promised
him
that
"
yes
,
"
if
he
would
take
her
to
the
torture
-
chamber
.
But
he
had
obstinately
declined
,
and
had
uttered
hideous
threats
against
all
the
members
of
the
human
race
!
At
last
,
after
hours
and
hours
of
that
hell
,
he
had
that
moment
gone
out
,
leaving
her
alone
to
reflect
for
the
last
time
.
"
Hours
and
hours
?
What
is
the
time
now
?
What
is
the
time
,
Christine
?
"
"
It
is
eleven
o
’
clock
!
Eleven
o
’
clock
,
all
but
five
minutes
!
"
"
But
which
eleven
o
’
clock
?
"
"
The
eleven
o
’
clock
that
is
to
decide
life
or
death
!
.
.
.
He
told
me
so
just
before
he
went
.
.
.
He
is
terrible
.
.
.
He
is
quite
mad
:
he
tore
off
his
mask
and
his
yellow
eyes
shot
flames
!
.
.
.
He
did
nothing
but
laugh
!
.
.
.
He
said
,
’
I
give
you
five
minutes
to
spare
your
blushes
!
Here
,
’
he
said
,
taking
a
key
from
the
little
bag
of
life
and
death
,
’
here
is
the
little
bronze
key
that
opens
the
two
ebony
caskets
on
the
mantelpiece
in
the
Louis
-
Philippe
room
.
.
.
In
one
of
the
caskets
,
you
will
find
a
scorpion
,
in
the
other
,
a
grasshopper
,
both
very
cleverly
imitated
in
Japanese
bronze
:
they
will
say
yes
or
no
for
you
.
If
you
turn
the
scorpion
round
,
that
will
mean
to
me
,
when
I
return
,
that
you
have
said
yes
.
The
grasshopper
will
mean
no
.
’
And
he
laughed
like
a
drunken
demon
.
I
did
nothing
but
beg
and
entreat
him
to
give
me
the
key
of
the
torture
-
chamber
,
promising
to
be
his
wife
if
he
granted
me
that
request
.
.
.
But
he
told
me
that
there
was
no
future
need
for
that
key
and
that
he
was
going
to
throw
it
into
the
lake
!
.
.
.
And
he
again
laughed
like
a
drunken
demon
and
left
me
.
Oh
,
his
last
words
were
,
’
The
grasshopper
!
Be
careful
of
the
grasshopper
!
A
grasshopper
does
not
only
turn
:
it
hops
!
It
hops
!
And
it
hops
jolly
high
!
’
"
The
five
minutes
had
nearly
elapsed
and
the
scorpion
and
the
grasshopper
were
scratching
at
my
brain
.
Nevertheless
,
I
had
sufficient
lucidity
left
to
understand
that
,
if
the
grasshopper
were
turned
,
it
would
hop
.
.
.
and
with
it
many
members
of
the
human
race
!
There
was
no
doubt
but
that
the
grasshopper
controlled
an
electric
current
intended
to
blow
up
the
powder
-
magazine
!
M
.
de
Chagny
,
who
seemed
to
have
recovered
all
his
moral
force
from
hearing
Christine
’
s
voice
,
explained
to
her
,
in
a
few
hurried
words
,
the
situation
in
which
we
and
all
the
Opera
were
.
He
told
her
to
turn
the
scorpion
at
once
.
There
was
a
pause
.
"
Christine
,
"
I
cried
,
"
where
are
you
?
"
