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When
my
own
father
never
saw
me
and
when
my
mother
,
so
as
not
to
see
me
,
made
me
a
present
of
my
first
mask
!
’
"
He
had
let
go
of
me
at
last
and
was
dragging
himself
about
on
the
floor
,
uttering
terrible
sobs
.
And
then
he
crawled
away
like
a
snake
,
went
into
his
room
,
closed
the
door
and
left
me
alone
to
my
reflections
.
Presently
I
heard
the
sound
of
the
organ
;
and
then
I
began
to
understand
Erik
’
s
contemptuous
phrase
when
he
spoke
about
Opera
music
.
What
I
now
heard
was
utterly
different
from
what
I
had
heard
up
to
then
.
His
Don
Juan
Triumphant
(
for
I
had
not
a
doubt
but
that
he
had
rushed
to
his
masterpiece
to
forget
the
horror
of
the
moment
)
seemed
to
me
at
first
one
long
,
awful
,
magnificent
sob
.
But
,
little
by
little
,
it
expressed
every
emotion
,
every
suffering
of
which
mankind
is
capable
.
It
intoxicated
me
;
and
I
opened
the
door
that
separated
us
.
Erik
rose
,
as
I
entered
,
BUT
DARED
NOT
TURN
IN
MY
DIRECTION
.
’
Erik
,
’
I
cried
,
’
show
me
your
face
without
fear
!
I
swear
that
you
are
the
most
unhappy
and
sublime
of
men
;
and
,
if
ever
again
I
shiver
when
I
look
at
you
,
it
will
be
because
I
am
thinking
of
the
splendor
of
your
genius
!
’
Then
Erik
turned
round
,
for
he
believed
me
,
and
I
also
had
faith
in
myself
.
He
fell
at
my
feet
,
with
words
of
love
.
.
.
with
words
of
love
in
his
dead
mouth
.
.
.
and
the
music
had
ceased
.
.
.
He
kissed
the
hem
of
my
dress
and
did
not
see
that
I
closed
my
eyes
.
"
What
more
can
I
tell
you
,
dear
?
You
now
know
the
tragedy
.
It
went
on
for
a
fortnight
—
a
fortnight
during
which
I
lied
to
him
.
My
lies
were
as
hideous
as
the
monster
who
inspired
them
;
but
they
were
the
price
of
my
liberty
.
I
burned
his
mask
;
and
I
managed
so
well
that
,
even
when
he
was
not
singing
,
he
tried
to
catch
my
eye
,
like
a
dog
sitting
by
its
master
.
He
was
my
faithful
slave
and
paid
me
endless
little
attentions
.
Gradually
,
I
gave
him
such
confidence
that
he
ventured
to
take
me
walking
on
the
banks
of
the
lake
and
to
row
me
in
the
boat
on
its
leaden
waters
;
toward
the
end
of
my
captivity
he
let
me
out
through
the
gates
that
closed
the
underground
passages
in
the
Rue
Scribe
.
Here
a
carriage
awaited
us
and
took
us
to
the
Bois
.
The
night
when
we
met
you
was
nearly
fatal
to
me
,
for
he
is
terribly
jealous
of
you
and
I
had
to
tell
him
that
you
were
soon
going
away
.
.
.
Then
,
at
last
,
after
a
fortnight
of
that
horrible
captivity
,
during
which
I
was
filled
with
pity
,
enthusiasm
,
despair
and
horror
by
turns
,
he
believed
me
when
I
said
,
’
I
WILL
COME
BACK
!
’
"
"
And
you
went
back
,
Christine
,
"
groaned
Raoul
.
"
Yes
,
dear
,
and
I
must
tell
you
that
it
was
not
his
frightful
threats
when
setting
me
free
that
helped
me
to
keep
my
word
,
but
the
harrowing
sob
which
he
gave
on
the
threshold
of
the
tomb
.
.
.
.
That
sob
attached
me
to
the
unfortunate
man
more
than
I
myself
suspected
when
saying
good
-
by
to
him
.
Poor
Erik
!
Poor
Erik
!
"
"
Christine
,
"
said
Raoul
,
rising
,
"
you
tell
me
that
you
love
me
;
but
you
had
recovered
your
liberty
hardly
a
few
hours
before
you
returned
to
Erik
!
Remember
the
masked
ball
!
"
"
Yes
;
and
do
you
remember
those
hours
which
I
passed
with
you
,
Raoul
.
.
.
to
the
great
danger
of
both
of
us
?
"
"
I
doubted
your
love
for
me
,
during
those
hours
.
"
"
Do
you
doubt
it
still
,
Raoul
?
.
.
