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She
tried
to
close
the
door
,
but
Raoul
prevented
her
;
for
he
had
seen
,
on
the
top
step
of
the
staircase
that
led
to
the
floor
above
,
A
RED
FOOT
,
followed
by
another
.
.
.
and
slowly
,
majestically
,
the
whole
scarlet
dress
of
Red
Death
met
his
eyes
.
And
he
once
more
saw
the
death
’
s
head
of
Perros
-
Guirec
.
"
It
’
s
he
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
This
time
,
he
shall
not
escape
me
!
.
.
.
"
But
Christian
{
sic
}
had
slammed
the
door
at
the
moment
when
Raoul
was
on
the
point
of
rushing
out
.
He
tried
to
push
her
aside
.
"
Whom
do
you
mean
by
’
he
’
?
"
she
asked
,
in
a
changed
voice
.
"
Who
shall
not
escape
you
?
"
Raoul
tried
to
overcome
the
girl
’
s
resistance
by
force
,
but
she
repelled
him
with
a
strength
which
he
would
not
have
suspected
in
her
.
He
understood
,
or
thought
he
understood
,
and
at
once
lost
his
temper
.
"
Who
?
"
he
repeated
angrily
.
"
Why
,
he
,
the
man
who
hides
behind
that
hideous
mask
of
death
!
.
.
.
The
evil
genius
of
the
churchyard
at
Perros
!
.
.
.
Red
Death
!
.
.
.
In
a
word
,
madam
,
your
friend
.
.
.
your
Angel
of
Music
!
.
.
.
But
I
shall
snatch
off
his
mask
,
as
I
shall
snatch
off
my
own
;
and
,
this
time
,
we
shall
look
each
other
in
the
face
,
he
and
I
,
with
no
veil
and
no
lies
between
us
;
and
I
shall
know
whom
you
love
and
who
loves
you
!
"
He
burst
into
a
mad
laugh
,
while
Christine
gave
a
disconsolate
moan
behind
her
velvet
mask
.
With
a
tragic
gesture
,
she
flung
out
her
two
arms
,
which
fixed
a
barrier
of
white
flesh
against
the
door
.
"
In
the
name
of
our
love
,
Raoul
,
you
shall
not
pass
!
.
.
.
"
He
stopped
.
What
had
she
said
?
.
.
.
In
the
name
of
their
love
?
.
.
.
Never
before
had
she
confessed
that
she
loved
him
.
And
yet
she
had
had
opportunities
enough
.
.
.
Pooh
,
her
only
object
was
to
gain
a
few
seconds
!
.
.
.
She
wished
to
give
the
Red
Death
time
to
escape
.
.
.
And
,
in
accents
of
childish
hatred
,
he
said
:
