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to  pray  on her  father's  grave, and  she  told  the  voice  that  she  was  "Christine,"  Raoul  interrupted, "we  are  wrong  to  wait  until
     going  to  ask Raoul  to  go  too  because  she  was  annoyed with  the  tomorrow  evening; we  should  go  immediately."
     voice's  arguments with her about Raoul.                              "If  he  does  not  hear  me  sing  tomorrow,  it  will  cause  him
                                                                                       .
       She  told  Raoul  that  after  the  chandelier  came  down,  she  was  unbearable  pain .. and we  risk being  killed."
     so  happy  that  he  was  unhurt  —  she  could  see  Raoul  with  his  "Does  he love you  so much?"
     brother  — but  she  was  afraid  for the  voice. Then,  in her  dressing  "He  would  commit  murder  for me."
     room,  his  voice  came  to  her  and  commanded  her  to  come.  She  "Why  did you go  back to  him?"
     explained  that  her  room  seemed  to  become  longer  and  the      "Because  I  had  to.  And  you  will  understand  when  I  tell  you
     mirrors  made  such  a  strange  effect  that  before  she  knew  it,  she  how  I  left  him."
     was  outside  the room.                                               "Oh,  I  hate  him!"  cried  Raoul. "And  you,  Christine,  do  you
       "I  cried  out,"  she  told  Raoul. "A  stone-cold  hand  seized  my  hate  him too?"
     wrist  and  did  not  let  go.  I  was  in  the  hands  of a  man  in  a  large  "No," said Christine  simply.
     coat  and  wearing  a  mask  that  hid  his  whole  face.  My  mouth  Raoul, in  his  confused  emotional  condition, accused Christine
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     opened to  scream, but  a hand  closed it ..  a hand  that  smelled  of  of loving  Erik,  a  man  who  lived  in  an  underground  palace.  She
     death. Then  I  fainted."                                           warned him  that  if she  went  back  there,  she  would  never return.
        She  told Raoul that when  she  opened her  eyes, she  was being   Then, they  sat in silence — the three of them: the two who spoke
     carried  through  the  underground  cellars  of the  opera  house.  She  and the  shadow  that listened, behind them.
     was  taken through  dark  passages  to  the  edge  of a lake. In the blue   "Since  you  do  not  hate  him,  what  feeling  does  he  fill  you
     light,  she  could  see  a  boat. The  man  took  her  in  the  boat  across  with?" asked Raoul  after some  minutes.
     the  lake  to  a  great  room  filled  with  flowers  and  said, "Don't  be  "Horror!" she  said. "He  fills me with horror, but  I  do not hate
     afraid,  Christine;  you  are  in  no  danger."  It  was  the  voice!  Until  him.  He  loves  me!  He  has  an  enormous  and  tragic  love  for me!
     that moment, she  had not imagined that the voice  and the  Opera   And  when  I  told  him  that  I  could  only  hate  him  if he  did  not
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     ghost were  the  same.                                              give  me  my freedom,...  he  offered  it ..  he  offered  to  show  me
        "My  anger equaled my  amazement," she  told Raoul. "I rushed    the  mysterious  road. But  then  he  sang  and  I  was  reminded  that
     at  the  mask  and  tried  to  pull  it  off. The  man  said, 'You  are  in  no  he  was  still the voice.
     danger if you  do  not touch the  mask.' He  forced  me  into  a  chair.  "The  next  day, he  showed  me  his  room, where  he  is writing
     The  adventure  was  extraordinary,  but  at  least  I  was  not  in  the  a  piece  of music  called  Don Juan  Triumphant*  which  he  began
     cellars  of the  Opera.  I  was,  however,  with  a  very  strange  and  twenty  years  ago.  And when  I  asked him  to  play  some  of it  for
     mysterious  man  who  had  succeeded  in  making  those  cellars  his  me,  he  said,  'You  must  never  ask  me  that.  Some  music  is  so
     home — under the opera house, five floors below the level of the    terrible  that  it  destroys  all who  approach  it.' Then  he  suggested
     ground. I  began to  cry and the man understood my tears  because   that  we  sing  something  from  the  Opera,  but  he  said  this  in
     he  said, 'It is  true, Christine!  I  am not the  Angel of Music, nor  a
     genius, nor a host...  I  am Erik!'"                                * Don Juan: the name for a man who is a great lover of women.
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