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MYTYL
Yes, I can even see the small hand....
TYLTYL
Well, midnight is just going to strike.... There!... Do you hear?...
(_The clock strikes twelve_)
MYTYL
I want to go away!...
TYLTYL
Not now.... I am going to turn the diamond....
MYTYL
No, no!... Don't!... I want to go away!... I am so frightened, little
brother!... I am terribly frightened!...
TYLTYL
But there is no danger....
MYTYL
I don't want to see the dead!... I don't want to see them!...
TYLTYL
Very well, you shall not see them; shut your eyes....
MYTYL (_clinging to_ TYLTYL'S _clothes_)
Tyltyl, I can't stay!... No, I can't possibly!... They are going to come
out of the ground!...
TYLTYL
Don't tremble like that.... They will only come out for a moment....
MYTYL
But you're trembling, too!... They will be awful!...
TYLTYL
It is time, the hour is passing....
(TYLTYL _turns the diamond. A terrifying minute of silence and
motionlessness elapses, after which, slowly, the crosses totter, the mounds
open, the slabs rise up...._)
MYTYL (_cowering against_ TYLTYL)
They are coming out!... They are there!...
(_Then, from all the gaping tombs, there rises gradually an efflorescence
at first frail and timid, like steam; then white and virginal and more and
more tufty, more and more tall and plentiful and marvellous.
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