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Christine
was
already
dragging
Raoul
,
compelling
him
to
start
running
again
.
"
But
who
is
he
?
Who
is
that
man
?
"
he
asked
.
Christine
replied
:
"
It
’
s
the
Persian
.
"
"
What
’
s
he
doing
here
?
"
"
Nobody
knows
.
He
is
always
in
the
Opera
.
"
"
You
are
making
me
run
away
,
for
the
first
time
in
my
life
.
If
we
really
saw
Erik
,
what
I
ought
to
have
done
was
to
nail
him
to
Apollo
’
s
lyre
,
just
as
we
nail
the
owls
to
the
walls
of
our
Breton
farms
;
and
there
would
have
been
no
more
question
of
him
.
"
"
My
dear
Raoul
,
you
would
first
have
had
to
climb
up
to
Apollo
’
s
lyre
:
that
is
no
easy
matter
.
"
"
The
blazing
eyes
were
there
!
"
"
Oh
,
you
are
getting
like
me
now
,
seeing
him
everywhere
!
What
I
took
for
blazing
eyes
was
probably
a
couple
of
stars
shining
through
the
strings
of
the
lyre
.
"
And
Christine
went
down
another
floor
,
with
Raoul
following
her
.
