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"
Enough
!
"
I
was
crying
out
in
concert
with
Christine
.
M
.
de
Chagny
was
still
on
his
knees
,
praying
.
"
Erik
!
I
have
turned
the
scorpion
!
"
Oh
,
the
second
through
which
we
passed
!
Waiting
!
Waiting
to
find
ourselves
in
fragments
,
amid
the
roar
and
the
ruins
!
Feeling
something
crack
beneath
our
feet
,
hearing
an
appalling
hiss
through
the
open
trap
-
door
,
a
hiss
like
the
first
sound
of
a
rocket
!
It
came
softly
,
at
first
,
then
louder
,
then
very
loud
.
But
it
was
not
the
hiss
of
fire
.
It
was
more
like
the
hiss
of
water
.
And
now
it
became
a
gurgling
sound
:
"
Guggle
!
Guggle
!
"
We
rushed
to
the
trap
-
door
.
All
our
thirst
,
which
vanished
when
the
terror
came
,
now
returned
with
the
lapping
of
the
water
.
The
water
rose
in
the
cellar
,
above
the
barrels
,
the
powder
-
barrels
—
"
Barrels
!
.
.
.
Barrels
!
Any
barrels
to
sell
?
"
—
and
we
went
down
to
it
with
parched
throats
.
It
rose
to
our
chins
,
to
our
mouths
.
And
we
drank
.
We
stood
on
the
floor
of
the
cellar
and
drank
.
And
we
went
up
the
stairs
again
in
the
dark
,
step
by
step
,
went
up
with
the
water
.
The
water
came
out
of
the
cellar
with
us
and
spread
over
the
floor
of
the
room
.
If
,
this
went
on
,
the
whole
house
on
the
lake
would
be
swamped
.
The
floor
of
the
torture
-
chamber
had
itself
become
a
regular
little
lake
,
in
which
our
feet
splashed
.
Surely
there
was
water
enough
now
!
Erik
must
turn
off
the
tap
!
