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XI Above The Trap-doors
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"ButsupposeitwereHE,Christine?"
"No,no!Hehasshuthimselfup,heisworking."
"Oh,really!He’sworking,ishe?"
"Yes,hecan’topenandshutthetrap-doorsandworkatthesametime."Sheshivered.
"Whatisheworkingat?"
"Oh,somethingterrible!...Butit’sallthebetterforus...Whenhe’sworkingatthat,heseesnothing;hedoesnoteat,drink,orbreathefordaysandnightsatatime...hebecomesalivingdeadmanandhasnotimetoamusehimselfwiththetrap-doors."Sheshiveredagain.Shewasstillholdinghiminherarms.Thenshesighedandsaid,inherturn:
"SupposeitwereHE!"
"Areyouafraidofhim?"
"No,no,ofcoursenot,"shesaid.
Forallthat,onthenextdayandthefollowingdays,Christinewascarefultoavoidthetrap-doors.Heragitationonlyincreasedasthehourspassed.Atlast,oneafternoon,shearrivedverylate,withherfacesodesperatelypaleandhereyessodesperatelyred,thatRaoulresolvedtogotoalllengths,includingthatwhichheforeshadowedwhenheblurtedoutthathewouldnotgoontheNorthPoleexpeditionunlessshefirsttoldhimthesecretoftheman’svoice.
"Hush!Hush,inHeaven’sname!SupposeHEheardyou,youunfortunateRaoul!"
AndChristine’seyesstaredwildlyateverythingaroundher.
"Iwillremoveyoufromhispower,Christine,Iswearit.Andyoushallnotthinkofhimanymore."
"Isitpossible?"
Sheallowedherselfthisdoubt,whichwasanencouragernent,whiledraggingtheyoungmanuptothetopmostfloorofthetheater,far,veryfarfromthetrap-doors
