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"
I
wish
I
could
but
know
who
was
he
That
addressed
me
,
If
he
was
noble
,
or
,
at
least
,
what
his
name
is
.
"
The
count
sat
with
his
chin
on
his
hand
and
seemed
to
pay
no
attention
to
these
manifestations
.
He
kept
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
stage
;
but
his
thoughts
appeared
to
be
far
away
.
Christine
lost
her
self
-
assurance
more
and
more
.
She
trembled
.
She
felt
on
the
verge
of
a
breakdown
.
.
.
Carolus
Fonta
wondered
if
she
was
ill
,
if
she
could
keep
the
stage
until
the
end
of
the
Garden
Act
.
In
the
front
of
the
house
,
people
remembered
the
catastrophe
that
had
befallen
Carlotta
at
the
end
of
that
act
and
the
historic
"
co
-
ack
"
which
had
momentarily
interrupted
her
career
in
Paris
.
Just
then
,
Carlotta
made
her
entrance
in
a
box
facing
the
stage
,
a
sensational
entrance
.
Poor
Christine
raised
her
eyes
upon
this
fresh
subject
of
excitement
.
She
recognized
her
rival
.
She
thought
she
saw
a
sneer
on
her
lips
.
That
saved
her
.
She
forgot
everything
,
in
order
to
triumph
once
more
.
From
that
moment
the
prima
donna
sang
with
all
her
heart
and
soul
.
She
tried
to
surpass
all
that
she
had
done
till
then
;
and
she
succeeded
.
In
the
last
act
when
she
began
the
invocation
to
the
angels
,
she
made
all
the
members
of
the
audience
feel
as
though
they
too
had
wings
.
In
the
center
of
the
amphitheater
a
man
stood
up
and
remained
standing
,
facing
the
singer
.
It
was
Raoul
.
"
Holy
angel
,
in
Heaven
blessed
.
.
.
"
And
Christine
,
her
arms
outstretched
,
her
throat
filled
with
music
,
the
glory
of
her
hair
falling
over
her
bare
shoulders
,
uttered
the
divine
cry
:
