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XIX The Viscount And The Persian
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"Hashedoneyouharm?"
"Ihaveforgivenhimtheharmwhichhehasdoneme."
"Idonotunderstandyou.Youtreathimasamonster,youspeakofhiscrime,hehasdoneyouharmandIfindinyouthesameinexplicablepitythatdrovemetodespairwhenIsawitinChristine!"
ThePersiandidnotreply.Hefetchedastoolandsetitagainstthewallfacingthegreatmirrorthatfilledthewholeofthewall-spaceopposite.Thenheclimbedonthestooland,withhisnosetothewallpaper,seemedtobelookingforsomething.
"Ah,"hesaid,afteralongsearch,"Ihaveit!"And,raisinghisfingerabovehishead,hepressedagainstacornerinthepatternofthepaper.Thenheturnedroundandjumpedoffthestool:
"Inhalfaminute,"hesaid,"heshallbeONHISROAD!"andcrossingthewholeofthedressing-roomhefeltthegreatmirror.
"No,itisnotyieldingyet,"hemuttered.
"Oh,arewegoingoutbythemirror?"askedRaoul."LikeChristineDaae."
"SoyouknewthatChristineDaaewentoutbythatmirror?"
"Shedidsobeforemyeyes,sir!IwashiddenbehindthecurtainoftheinnerroomandIsawhervanishnotbytheglass,butintheglass!"
"Andwhatdidyoudo?"
"Ithoughtitwasanaberrationofmysenses,amaddream.
"Orsomenewfancyoftheghost’s!"chuckledthePersian."Ah,M.deChagny,"hecontinued,stillwithhishandonthemirror,"wouldthatwehadtodowithaghost!Wecouldthenleaveourpistolsintheircase...Putdownyourhat,please...there...andnowcoveryourshirt-frontasmuchasyoucanwithyourcoat...asIamdoing...Bringthelapelsforward...turnupthecollar...
