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At
these
words
,
a
deathly
pallor
spread
over
Christine
’
s
face
,
dark
rings
formed
round
her
eyes
,
she
staggered
and
seemed
on
the
point
of
swooning
.
Raoul
darted
forward
,
with
arms
outstretched
,
but
Christine
had
overcome
her
passing
faintness
and
said
,
in
a
low
voice
:
"
Go
on
!
Go
on
!
Tell
me
all
you
heard
!
"
At
an
utter
loss
to
understand
,
Raoul
answered
:
"
I
heard
him
reply
,
when
you
said
you
had
given
him
your
soul
,
’
Your
soul
is
a
beautiful
thing
,
child
,
and
I
thank
you
.
No
emperor
ever
received
so
fair
a
gift
.
The
angels
wept
tonight
.
’
"
Christine
carried
her
hand
to
her
heart
,
a
prey
to
indescribable
emotion
.
Her
eyes
stared
before
her
like
a
madwoman
’
s
.
Raoul
was
terror
-
stricken
.
But
suddenly
Christine
’
s
eyes
moistened
and
two
great
tears
trickled
,
like
two
pearls
,
down
her
ivory
cheeks
.
"
Christine
!
"
"
Raoul
!
"
The
young
man
tried
to
take
her
in
his
arms
,
but
she
escaped
and
fled
in
great
disorder
.
While
Christine
remained
locked
in
her
room
,
Raoul
was
at
his
wit
’
s
end
what
to
do
.
He
refused
to
breakfast
.
He
was
terribly
concerned
and
bitterly
grieved
to
see
the
hours
,
which
he
had
hoped
to
find
so
sweet
,
slip
past
without
the
presence
of
the
young
Swedish
girl
.
Why
did
she
not
come
to
roam
with
him
through
the
country
where
they
had
so
many
memories
in
common
?
He
heard
that
she
had
had
a
mass
said
,
that
morning
,
for
the
repose
of
her
father
’
s
soul
and
spent
a
long
time
praying
in
the
little
church
and
on
the
fiddler
’
s
tomb
.
Then
,
as
she
seemed
to
have
nothing
more
to
do
at
Perros
and
,
in
fact
,
was
doing
nothing
there
,
why
did
she
not
go
back
to
Paris
at
once
?
Raoul
walked
away
,
dejectedly
,
to
the
graveyard
in
which
the
church
stood
and
was
indeed
alone
among
the
tombs
,
reading
the
inscriptions
;
but
,
when
he
turned
behind
the
apse
,
he
was
suddenly
struck
by
the
dazzling
note
of
the
flowers
that
straggled
over
the
white
ground
.
They
were
marvelous
red
roses
that
had
blossomed
in
the
morning
,
in
the
snow
,
giving
a
glimpse
of
life
among
the
dead
,
for
death
was
all
around
him
.
It
also
,
like
the
flowers
,
issued
from
the
ground
,
which
had
flung
back
a
number
of
its
corpses
.
Skeletons
and
skulls
by
the
hundred
were
heaped
against
the
wall
of
the
church
,
held
in
position
by
a
wire
that
left
the
whole
gruesome
stack
visible
.
Dead
men
’
s
bones
,
arranged
in
rows
,
like
bricks
,
to
form
the
first
course
upon
which
the
walls
of
the
sacristy
had
been
built
.
The
door
of
the
sacristy
opened
in
the
middle
of
that
bony
structure
,
as
is
often
seen
in
old
Breton
churches
.
