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XIX The Viscount And The Persian
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"Butwhydothesewallsobeyhimalone?Hedidnotbuildthem!"
"Yes,sir,thatisjustwhathedid!"
Raoullookedathiminamazement;butthePersianmadeasigntohimtobesilentandpointedtotheglass...Therewasasortofshiveringreflection.Theirimagewastroubledasinaripplingsheetofwaterandthenallbecamestationaryagain.
"Yousee,sir,thatitisnotturning!Letustakeanotherroad!"
"To-night,thereisnoother!"declaredthePersian,inasingularlymournfulvoice."Andnow,lookout!Andbereadytofire."
Hehimselfraisedhispistoloppositetheglass.Raoulimitatedhismovement.Withhisfreearm,thePersiandrewtheyoungmantohischestand,suddenly,themirrorturned,inablindingdazeofcross-lights:itturnedlikeoneofthoserevolvingdoorswhichhavelatelybeenfixedtotheentrancesofmostrestaurants,itturned,carryingRaoulandthePersianwithitandsuddenlyhurlingthemfromthefulllightintothedeepestdarkness.
