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XII Apollo's Lyre
Ithoughttomyself,’Thechandeliermayhavecomedownuponthevoice.’Iwasthenonthestageandwasnearlyrunningintothehouse,tolookforthevoiceamongthekilledandwounded,whenIthoughtthat,ifthevoicewassafe,itwouldbesuretobeinmydressing-roomandIrushedtomyroom.Thevoicewasnotthere.Ilockedmydoorand,withtearsinmyeyes,besoughtit,ifitwerestillalive,tomanifestitselftome.Thevoicedidnotreply,butsuddenlyIheardalong,beautifulwailwhichIknewwell.ItistheplaintofLazaruswhen,atthesoundoftheRedeemer’svoice,hebeginstoopenhiseyesandseethelightofday.ItwasthemusicwhichyouandI,Raoul,heardatPerros.Andthenthevoicebegantosingtheleadingphrase,’Come!Andbelieveinme!Whosobelievesinmeshalllive!Walk!Whosohathbelievedinmeshallneverdie!...’Icannottellyoutheeffectwhichthatmusichaduponme.Itseemedtocommandme,personally,tocome,tostandupandcometoit.ItretreatedandIfollowed.’Come!Andbelieveinme!’Ibelievedinit,Icame...Icameand—thiswastheextraordinarything—mydressing-room,asImoved,seemedtolengthenout...tolengthenout...Evidently,itmusthavebeenaneffectofmirrors...forIhadthemirrorinfrontofme...And,suddenly,Iwasoutsidetheroomwithoutknowinghow!"
"What!Withoutknowinghow?Christine,Christine,youmustreallystopdreaming!"
"Iwasnotdreaming,dear,Iwasoutsidemyroomwithoutknowinghow.You,whosawmedisappearfrommyroomoneevening,maybeabletoexplainit;butIcannot.
