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Raoul, his throat filled with sobs, oaths and insults, fuht, before his

eyes, to let Christine pass to the roped about, but the glass apparently obeyed no one but Erik

Perhaps actions were not enough with a glass of the kind? Perhaps

he was expected to utter certain words? When he was a little boy, he

had heard that there were things that obeyed the spoken word!

Suddenly, Raoul re into the Rue

Scribe, an underground passage running straight to the Rue Scribe from

the lakeYes, Christine had told hier in the box, he nevertheless ran to the

Rue Scribe Outside, in the street, he passed his tree stones, felt for outletsmet with iron barswere those

they?Or these?Or could it be that air-hole?He plunged

his useless eyes through the barsHow dark it was in there!He

listenedAll was silence!He went round the buildingand

caates!It was the entrance to the Cour

de l'Ade

"I beg your pardon, ate or