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XII Apollo's Lyre
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"Withhorror!"shesaid."Thatistheterriblethingaboutit.HefillsmewithhorrorandIdonothatehim.HowcanIhatehim,Raoul?ThinkofErikatmyfeet,inthehouseonthelake,underground.Heaccuseshimself,hecurseshimself,heimploresmyforgiveness!...Heconfesseshischeat.Helovesme!Helaysatmyfeetanimmenseandtragiclove...Hehascarriedmeoffforlove!...Hehasimprisonedmewithhim,underground,forlove!...Butherespectsme:hecrawls,hemoans,heweeps!...And,whenIstoodup,Raoul,andtoldhimthatIcouldonlydespisehimifhedidnot,thenandthere,givememyliberty...heofferedit...heofferedtoshowmethemysteriousroad...Only...onlyherosetoo...andIwasmadetorememberthat,thoughhewasnotanangel,noraghost,noragenius,heremainedthevoice...forhesang.AndIlistened...andstayed!...Thatnight,wedidnotexchangeanotherword.Hesangmetosleep.
"WhenIwokeup,Iwasalone,lyingonasofainasimplyfurnishedlittlebedroom,withanordinarymahoganybedstead,litbyalampstandingonthemarbletopofanoldLouis-Philippechestofdrawers.IsoondiscoveredthatIwasaprisonerandthattheonlyoutletfrommyroomledtoaverycomfortablebath-room.Onreturningtothebedroom,Isawonthechestofdrawersanote,inredink,whichsaid,’MydearChristine,youneedhavenoconcernastoyourfate.Youhavenobetternormorerespectfulfriendintheworldthanmyself.Youarealone,atpresent,inthishomewhichisyours.Iamgoingoutshoppingtofetchyouallthethingsthatyoucanneed.
