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XXIV Barrels! Barrels!
But,thoughthisoutletlookedlikeanordinarydooronChristine’sside,itwasabsolutelyinvisibletous.Wemustthereforetrytoopenitwithoutevenknowingwhereitwas.
WhenIwasquitesurethattherewasnohopeforusfromChristineDaae’sside,whenIhadheardthemonsterdraggingthepoorgirlfromtheLouis-PhilipperoomLESTSHESHOULDINTERFEREWITHOURTORTURES,Iresolvedtosettoworkwithoutdelay.
ButIhadfirsttocalmM.deChagny,whowasalreadywalkingaboutlikeamadman,utteringincoherentcries.ThesnatchesofconversationwhichhehadcaughtbetweenChristineandthemonsterhadcontributednotalittletodrivehimbesidehimself:addtothattheshockofthemagicforestandthescorchingheatwhichwasbeginningtomaketheprespiration{sic}streamdownhistemplesandyouwillhavenodifficultyinunderstandinghisstateofmind.HeshoutedChristine’sname,brandishedhispistol,knockedhisforeheadagainsttheglassinhisendeavorstorundownthegladesoftheillusiveforest.Inshort,thetorturewasbeginningtoworkitsspelluponabrainunpreparedforit.
Ididmybesttoinducethepoorviscounttolistentoreason.Imadehimtouchthemirrorsandtheirontreeandthebranchesandexplainedtohim,byopticallaws,alltheluminousimagerybywhichweweresurroundedandofwhichweneednotallowourselvestobethevictims,likeordinary,ignorantpeople.
"Weareinaroom,alittleroom;thatiswhatyoumustkeepsayingtoyourself.Andweshallleavetheroomassoonaswehavefoundthedoor.
