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"
Then
I
saw
the
keyboard
of
an
organ
which
filled
one
whole
side
of
the
walls
.
On
the
desk
was
a
music
-
book
covered
with
red
notes
.
I
asked
leave
to
look
at
it
and
read
,
’
Don
Juan
Triumphant
.
’
’
Yes
,
’
he
said
,
’
I
compose
sometimes
.
’
I
began
that
work
twenty
years
ago
.
When
I
have
finished
,
I
shall
take
it
away
with
me
in
that
coffin
and
never
wake
up
again
.
’
’
You
must
work
at
it
as
seldom
as
you
can
,
’
I
said
.
He
replied
,
’
I
sometimes
work
at
it
for
fourteen
days
and
nights
together
,
during
which
I
live
on
music
only
,
and
then
I
rest
for
years
at
a
time
.
’
’
Will
you
play
me
something
out
of
your
Don
Juan
Triumphant
?
’
I
asked
,
thinking
to
please
him
.
’
You
must
never
ask
me
that
,
’
he
said
,
in
a
gloomy
voice
.
’
I
will
play
you
Mozart
,
if
you
like
,
which
will
only
make
you
weep
;
but
my
Don
Juan
,
Christine
,
burns
;
and
yet
he
is
not
struck
by
fire
from
Heaven
.
’
Thereupon
we
returned
to
the
drawing
-
room
.
I
noticed
that
there
was
no
mirror
in
the
whole
apartment
.
I
was
going
to
remark
upon
this
,
but
Erik
had
already
sat
down
to
the
piano
.
He
said
,
’
You
see
,
Christine
,
there
is
some
music
that
is
so
terrible
that
it
consumes
all
those
who
approach
it
.
Fortunately
,
you
have
not
come
to
that
music
yet
,
for
you
would
lose
all
your
pretty
coloring
and
nobody
would
know
you
when
you
returned
to
Paris
.
Let
us
sing
something
from
the
Opera
,
Christine
Daae
.
’
He
spoke
these
last
words
as
though
he
were
flinging
an
insult
at
me
.
"
"
What
did
you
do
?
"
"
I
had
no
time
to
think
about
the
meaning
he
put
into
his
words
.
We
at
once
began
the
duet
in
Othello
and
already
the
catastrophe
was
upon
us
.
I
sang
Desdemona
with
a
despair
,
a
terror
which
I
had
never
displayed
before
.
As
for
him
,
his
voice
thundered
forth
his
revengeful
soul
at
every
note
.
Love
,
jealousy
,
hatred
,
burst
out
around
us
in
harrowing
cries
.
Erik
’
s
black
mask
made
me
think
of
the
natural
mask
of
the
Moor
of
Venice
.
He
was
Othello
himself
.
Suddenly
,
I
felt
a
need
to
see
beneath
the
mask
.
I
wanted
to
know
the
FACE
of
the
voice
,
and
,
with
a
movement
which
I
was
utterly
unable
to
control
,
swiftly
my
fingers
tore
away
the
mask
.
Oh
,
horror
,
horror
,
horror
!
"
Christine
stopped
,
at
the
thought
of
the
vision
that
had
scared
her
,
while
the
echoes
of
the
night
,
which
had
repeated
the
name
of
Erik
,
now
thrice
moaned
the
cry
:
"
Horror
!
.
.
.
Horror
!
.
.
.
Horror
!
"
Raoul
and
Christine
,
clasping
each
other
closely
,
raised
their
eyes
to
the
stars
that
shone
in
a
clear
and
peaceful
sky
.
Raoul
said
:
"
Strange
,
Christine
,
that
this
calm
,
soft
night
should
be
so
full
of
plaintive
sounds
.
One
would
think
that
it
was
sorrowing
with
us
.
"
"
When
you
know
the
secret
,
Raoul
,
your
ears
,
like
mine
,
will
be
full
of
lamentations
.
"
She
took
Raoul
’
s
protecting
hands
in
hers
and
,
with
a
long
shiver
,
continued
:
