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Then
know
that
each
of
my
visits
to
Erik
increased
my
horror
of
him
;
for
each
of
those
visits
,
instead
of
calming
him
,
as
I
hoped
,
made
him
mad
with
love
!
And
I
am
so
frightened
,
so
frightened
!
.
.
.
"
"
You
are
frightened
.
.
.
but
do
you
love
me
?
If
Erik
were
good
-
looking
,
would
you
love
me
,
Christine
?
"
She
rose
in
her
turn
,
put
her
two
trembling
arms
round
the
young
man
’
s
neck
and
said
:
"
Oh
,
my
betrothed
of
a
day
,
if
I
did
not
love
you
,
I
would
not
give
you
my
lips
!
Take
them
,
for
the
first
time
and
the
last
.
"
He
kissed
her
lips
;
but
the
night
that
surrounded
them
was
rent
asunder
,
they
fled
as
at
the
approach
of
a
storm
and
their
eyes
,
filled
with
dread
of
Erik
,
showed
them
,
before
they
disappeared
,
high
up
above
them
,
an
immense
night
-
bird
that
stared
at
them
with
its
blazing
eyes
and
seemed
to
cling
to
the
string
of
Apollo
’
s
lyre
.
Raoul
and
Christine
ran
,
eager
to
escape
from
the
roof
and
the
blazing
eyes
that
showed
only
in
the
dark
;
and
they
did
not
stop
before
they
came
to
the
eighth
floor
on
the
way
down
.
There
was
no
performance
at
the
Opera
that
night
and
the
passages
were
empty
.
Suddenly
,
a
queer
-
looking
form
stood
before
them
and
blocked
the
road
:
"
No
,
not
this
way
!
"
And
the
form
pointed
to
another
passage
by
which
they
were
to
reach
the
wings
.
Raoul
wanted
to
stop
and
ask
for
an
explanation
.
But
the
form
,
which
wore
a
sort
of
long
frock
-
coat
and
a
pointed
cap
,
said
:
"
Quick
!
Go
away
quickly
!
"
