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"
Yes
,
if
I
lived
to
be
a
hundred
,
I
should
always
hear
the
superhuman
cry
of
grief
and
rage
which
he
uttered
when
the
terrible
sight
appeared
before
my
eyes
.
.
.
Raoul
,
you
have
seen
death
’
s
heads
,
when
they
have
been
dried
and
withered
by
the
centuries
,
and
,
perhaps
,
if
you
were
not
the
victim
of
a
nightmare
,
you
saw
HIS
death
’
s
head
at
Perros
.
And
then
you
saw
Red
Death
stalking
about
at
the
last
masked
ball
.
But
all
those
death
’
s
heads
were
motionless
and
their
dumb
horror
was
not
alive
.
But
imagine
,
if
you
can
,
Red
Death
’
s
mask
suddenly
coming
to
life
in
order
to
express
,
with
the
four
black
holes
of
its
eyes
,
its
nose
,
and
its
mouth
,
the
extreme
anger
,
the
mighty
fury
of
a
demon
;
AND
NOT
A
RAY
OF
LIGHT
FROM
THE
SOCKETS
,
for
,
as
I
learned
later
,
you
can
not
see
his
blazing
eyes
except
in
the
dark
.
"
I
fell
back
against
the
wall
and
he
came
up
to
me
,
grinding
his
teeth
,
and
,
as
I
fell
upon
my
knees
,
he
hissed
mad
,
incoherent
words
and
curses
at
me
.
Leaning
over
me
,
he
cried
,
’
Look
!
You
want
to
see
!
See
!
Feast
your
eyes
,
glut
your
soul
on
my
cursed
ugliness
!
Look
at
Erik
’
s
face
!
Now
you
know
the
face
of
the
voice
!
You
were
not
content
to
hear
me
,
eh
?
You
wanted
to
know
what
I
looked
like
!
Oh
,
you
women
are
so
inquisitive
!
Well
,
are
you
satisfied
?
I
’
m
a
very
good
-
looking
fellow
,
eh
?
.
.
.
When
a
woman
has
seen
me
,
as
you
have
,
she
belongs
to
me
.
She
loves
me
for
ever
.
I
am
a
kind
of
Don
Juan
,
you
know
!
’
And
,
drawing
himself
up
to
his
full
height
,
with
his
hand
on
his
hip
,
wagging
the
hideous
thing
that
was
his
head
on
his
shoulders
,
he
roared
,
’
Look
at
me
!
I
AM
DON
JUAN
TRIUMPHANT
!
’
And
,
when
I
turned
away
my
head
and
begged
for
mercy
,
he
drew
it
to
him
,
brutally
,
twisting
his
dead
fingers
into
my
hair
.
"
"
Enough
!
Enough
!
"
cried
Raoul
.
"
I
will
kill
him
.
In
Heaven
’
s
name
,
Christine
,
tell
me
where
the
dining
-
room
on
the
lake
is
!
I
must
kill
him
!
"
"
Oh
,
be
quiet
,
Raoul
,
if
you
want
to
know
!
"
"
Yes
,
I
want
to
know
how
and
why
you
went
back
;
I
must
know
!
.
.
.
But
,
in
any
case
,
I
will
kill
him
!
"
"
Oh
,
Raoul
,
listen
,
listen
!
.
.
.
He
dragged
me
by
my
hair
and
then
.
.
.
and
then
.
.
.
Oh
,
it
is
too
horrible
!
"
"
Well
,
what
?
Out
with
it
!
"
exclaimed
Raoul
fiercely
.
"
Out
with
it
,
quick
!
"
"
Then
he
hissed
at
me
.
’
Ah
,
I
frighten
you
,
do
I
?
.
.
.
I
dare
say
!
.
.
.
Perhaps
you
think
that
I
have
another
mask
,
eh
,
and
that
this
.
.
.
this
.
.
.
my
head
is
a
mask
?
Well
,
’
he
roared
,
’
tear
it
off
as
you
did
the
other
!
Come
!
Come
along
!
I
insist
!
Your
hands
!
Your
hands
!
Give
me
your
hands
!
’
And
he
seized
my
hands
and
dug
them
into
his
awful
face
.
He
tore
his
flesh
with
my
nails
,
tore
his
terrible
dead
flesh
with
my
nails
!
.
.
.
’
Know
,
’
he
shouted
,
while
his
throat
throbbed
and
panted
like
a
furnace
,
’
know
that
I
am
built
up
of
death
from
head
to
foot
and
that
it
is
a
corpse
that
loves
you
and
adores
you
and
will
never
,
never
leave
you
!
.
.
.
Look
,
I
am
not
laughing
now
,
I
am
crying
,
crying
for
you
,
Christine
,
who
have
torn
off
my
mask
and
who
therefore
can
never
leave
me
again
!
.
.
.
As
long
as
you
thought
me
handsome
,
you
could
have
come
back
,
I
know
you
would
have
come
back
.
.
.
but
,
now
that
you
know
my
hideousness
,
you
would
run
away
for
good
.
.
.
So
I
shall
keep
you
here
!
.
.
.
Why
did
you
want
to
see
me
?
Oh
,
mad
Christine
,
who
wanted
to
see
me
!
.
.
.
