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"
Who
’
s
there
?
"
But
nobody
answered
.
Then
feeling
all
eyes
upon
her
,
watching
her
last
movement
,
she
made
an
effort
to
show
courage
,
and
said
very
loudly
:
"
Is
there
any
one
behind
the
door
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
yes
!
Of
course
there
is
!
"
cried
that
little
dried
plum
of
a
Meg
Giry
,
heroically
holding
Sorelli
back
by
her
gauze
skirt
.
"
Whatever
you
do
,
don
’
t
open
the
door
!
Oh
,
Lord
,
don
’
t
open
the
door
!
"
But
Sorelli
,
armed
with
a
dagger
that
never
left
her
,
turned
the
key
and
drew
back
the
door
,
while
the
ballet
-
girls
retreated
to
the
inner
dressing
-
room
and
Meg
Giry
sighed
:
"
Mother
!
Mother
!
"
Sorelli
looked
into
the
passage
bravely
.
It
was
empty
;
a
gas
-
flame
,
in
its
glass
prison
,
cast
a
red
and
suspicious
light
into
the
surrounding
darkness
,
without
succeeding
in
dispelling
it
.
And
the
dancer
slammed
the
door
again
,
with
a
deep
sigh
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
,
"
there
is
no
one
there
.
"
"
Still
,
we
saw
him
!
"
Jammes
declared
,
returning
with
timid
little
steps
to
her
place
beside
Sorelli
.
"
He
must
be
somewhere
prowling
about
.
I
shan
’
t
go
back
to
dress
.
We
had
better
all
go
down
to
the
foyer
together
,
at
once
,
for
the
’
speech
,
’
and
we
will
come
up
again
together
.
"
