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"
Erik
!
Erik
!
That
is
water
enough
for
the
gunpowder
!
Turn
off
the
tap
!
Turn
off
the
scorpion
!
"
But
Erik
did
not
reply
.
We
heard
nothing
but
the
water
rising
:
it
was
half
-
way
to
our
waists
!
"
Christine
!
"
cried
M
.
de
Chagny
.
"
Christine
!
The
water
is
up
to
our
knees
!
"
But
Christine
did
not
reply
.
.
.
We
heard
nothing
but
the
water
rising
.
No
one
,
no
one
in
the
next
room
,
no
one
to
turn
the
tap
,
no
one
to
turn
the
scorpion
!
We
were
all
alone
,
in
the
dark
,
with
the
dark
water
that
seized
us
and
clasped
us
and
froze
us
!
"
Erik
!
Erik
!
"
"
Christine
!
Christine
!
"
By
this
time
,
we
had
lost
our
foothold
and
were
spinning
round
in
the
water
,
carried
away
by
an
irresistible
whirl
,
for
the
water
turned
with
us
and
dashed
us
against
the
dark
mirror
,
which
thrust
us
back
again
;
and
our
throats
,
raised
above
the
whirlpool
,
roared
aloud
.
Were
we
to
die
here
,
drowned
in
the
torture
-
chamber
?
I
had
never
seen
that
.
Erik
,
at
the
time
of
the
rosy
hours
of
Mazenderan
,
had
never
shown
me
that
,
through
the
little
invisible
window
.
