rosy hours of Mazenderan, had never shown me that, through the little invisible window.
“Erik! Erik!” I cried. “I saved your life! Remember! … You were sentenced to death! But for me, you would be dead now! … Erik!”
We whirled around in the water like so much wreckage. But, suddenly, my straying hands seized the trunk of the iron tree! I called M. de Chagny, and we both hung to the branch of the iron tree.
And the water rose still higher.
“Oh! Oh! Can you remember? How much space is there between the branch of the tree and the dome-shaped ceiling? Do try to remember! … After all, the water may stop, it must find its level! … There, I think it is stopping! … No, no, oh, horrible! … Swim! Swim for your life!”