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"
And
now
she
is
dead
?
"
"
I
tell
you
I
kissed
her
just
like
that
,
on
her
forehead
.
.
.
and
she
did
not
draw
back
her
forehead
from
my
lips
!
.
.
.
Oh
,
she
is
a
good
girl
!
.
.
.
As
to
her
being
dead
,
I
don
’
t
think
so
;
but
it
has
nothing
to
do
with
me
.
.
.
No
,
no
,
she
is
not
dead
!
And
no
one
shall
touch
a
hair
of
her
head
!
She
is
a
good
,
honest
girl
,
and
she
saved
your
life
,
daroga
,
at
a
moment
when
I
would
not
have
given
twopence
for
your
Persian
skin
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
nobody
bothered
about
you
.
Why
were
you
there
with
that
little
chap
?
You
would
have
died
as
well
as
he
!
My
word
,
how
she
entreated
me
for
her
little
chap
!
But
I
told
her
that
,
as
she
had
turned
the
scorpion
,
she
had
,
through
that
very
fact
,
and
of
her
own
free
will
,
become
engaged
to
me
and
that
she
did
not
need
to
have
two
men
engaged
to
her
,
which
was
true
enough
.
"
As
for
you
,
you
did
not
exist
,
you
had
ceased
to
exist
,
I
tell
you
,
and
you
were
going
to
die
with
the
other
!
.
.
.
Only
,
mark
me
,
daroga
,
when
you
were
yelling
like
the
devil
,
because
of
the
water
,
Christine
came
to
me
with
her
beautiful
blue
eyes
wide
open
,
and
swore
to
me
,
as
she
hoped
to
be
saved
,
that
she
consented
to
be
MY
LIVING
WIFE
!
.
.
.
Until
then
,
in
the
depths
of
her
eyes
,
daroga
,
I
had
always
seen
my
dead
wife
;
it
was
the
first
time
I
saw
MY
LIVING
WIFE
there
.
She
was
sincere
,
as
she
hoped
to
be
saved
.
She
would
not
kill
herself
.
It
was
a
bargain
.
.
.
Half
a
minute
later
,
all
the
water
was
back
in
the
lake
;
and
I
had
a
hard
job
with
you
,
daroga
,
for
,
upon
my
honor
,
I
thought
you
were
done
for
!
.
.
.
However
!
.
.
.
There
you
were
!
.
.
.
It
was
understood
that
I
was
to
take
you
both
up
to
the
surface
of
the
earth
.
When
,
at
last
,
I
cleared
the
Louis
-
Philippe
room
of
you
,
I
came
back
alone
.
.
.
"
"
What
have
you
done
with
the
Vicomte
de
Chagny
?
"
asked
the
Persian
,
interrupting
him
.
"
Ah
,
you
see
,
daroga
,
I
couldn
’
t
carry
HIM
up
like
that
,
at
once
.
.
.
.
He
was
a
hostage
.
.
.
But
I
could
not
keep
him
in
the
house
on
the
lake
,
either
,
because
of
Christine
;
so
I
locked
him
up
comfortably
,
I
chained
him
up
nicely
—
a
whiff
of
the
Mazenderan
scent
had
left
him
as
limp
as
a
rag
—
in
the
Communists
’
dungeon
,
which
is
in
the
most
deserted
and
remote
part
of
the
Opera
,
below
the
fifth
cellar
,
where
no
one
ever
comes
,
and
where
no
one
ever
hears
you
.
Then
I
came
back
to
Christine
,
she
was
waiting
for
me
.
"
Erik
here
rose
solemnly
.
Then
he
continued
,
but
,
as
he
spoke
,
he
was
overcome
by
all
his
former
emotion
and
began
to
tremble
like
a
leaf
:
"
Yes
,
she
was
waiting
for
me
.
.
.
waiting
for
me
erect
and
alive
,
a
real
,
living
bride
.
.
.
as
she
hoped
to
be
saved
.
.
.
And
,
when
I
.
.
.
came
forward
,
more
timid
than
.
.
.
a
little
child
,
she
did
not
run
away
.
.
.
no
,
no
.
.
.
she
stayed
.
.
.
she
waited
for
me
.
.
.
I
even
believe
.
.
.
daroga
.
.
.
that
she
put
out
her
forehead
.
.
.
a
little
.
.
.
oh
,
not
much
.
.
.
just
a
little
.
.
.
like
a
living
bride
.
.
.
And
.
.
.
and
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
kissed
her
!
.
.
.
I
!
.
.
.
I
!
.
.
.
I
!
.
.
.
And
she
did
not
die
!
.
.
.
Oh
,
how
good
it
is
,
daroga
,
to
kiss
somebody
on
the
forehead
!
.
.
.
You
can
’
t
tell
!
.
.
.
But
I
!
I
!
.
.
.
My
mother
,
daroga
,
my
poor
,
unhappy
mother
would
never
.
.
.
let
me
kiss
her
.
.
.
She
used
to
run
away
.
.
.
and
throw
me
my
mask
!
.
.
.
Nor
any
other
woman
.
.
.
ever
,
ever
!
.
.
.
Ah
,
you
can
understand
,
my
happiness
was
so
great
,
I
cried
.
And
I
fell
at
her
feet
,
crying
.
.
.
and
I
kissed
her
feet
.
.
.
her
little
feet
.
.
.
crying
.
You
’
re
crying
,
too
,
daroga
.
.
.
and
she
cried
also
.
.
.
the
angel
cried
!
.
.
.
"
Erik
sobbed
aloud
and
the
Persian
himself
could
not
retain
his
tears
in
the
presence
of
that
masked
man
,
who
,
with
his
shoulders
shaking
and
his
hands
clutched
at
his
chest
,
was
moaning
with
pain
and
love
by
turns
.
"
Yes
,
daroga
.
.
.
I
felt
her
tears
flow
on
my
forehead
.
.
.
on
mine
,
mine
!
.
.
.
They
were
soft
.
.
.
they
were
sweet
!
.
.
.
They
trickled
under
my
mask
.
.
.
they
mingled
with
my
tears
in
my
eyes
.
.
.
yes
.
.
.
they
flowed
between
my
lips
.
.
.
Listen
,
daroga
,
listen
to
what
I
did
.
.
.
I
tore
off
my
mask
so
as
not
to
lose
one
of
her
tears
.
.
.
and
she
did
not
run
away
!
.
.
.
And
she
did
not
die
!
.
.
.
She
remained
alive
,
weeping
over
me
,
with
me
.
We
cried
together
!
I
have
tasted
all
the
happiness
the
world
can
offer
!
"
