you inquisitive little thing!" "What tortures?
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Who is being tortured?
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Erik, Erik, say you are only trying to frighten me! ...

Say it, if you love me, Erik! ...

There are no tortures, are there ?" "Go and look at the little window, dear!" I do not know if the viscount heard the girl's swooning voice, for he was too much occupied by the astounding spectacle that now appeared before his distracted gaze.