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Raoul
’
s
first
thought
,
after
Christine
Daae
’
s
fantastic
disappearance
,
was
to
accuse
Erik
.
He
no
longer
doubted
the
almost
supernatural
powers
of
the
Angel
of
Music
,
in
this
domain
of
the
Opera
in
which
he
had
set
up
his
empire
.
And
Raoul
rushed
on
the
stage
,
in
a
mad
fit
of
love
and
despair
.
"
Christine
!
Christine
!
"
he
moaned
,
calling
to
her
as
he
felt
that
she
must
be
calling
to
him
from
the
depths
of
that
dark
pit
to
which
the
monster
had
carried
her
.
"
Christine
!
Christine
!
"
And
he
seemed
to
hear
the
girl
’
s
screams
through
the
frail
boards
that
separated
him
from
her
.
He
bent
forward
,
he
listened
,
.
.
.
he
wandered
over
the
stage
like
a
madman
.
Ah
,
to
descend
,
to
descend
into
that
pit
of
darkness
every
entrance
to
which
was
closed
to
him
,
.
.
.
for
the
stairs
that
led
below
the
stage
were
forbidden
to
one
and
all
that
night
!
"
Christine
!
Christine
!
.
.
.
"
People
pushed
him
aside
,
laughing
.
They
made
fun
of
him
.
They
thought
the
poor
lover
’
s
brain
was
gone
!
By
what
mad
road
,
through
what
passages
of
mystery
and
darkness
known
to
him
alone
had
Erik
dragged
that
pure
-
souled
child
to
the
awful
haunt
,
with
the
Louis
-
Philippe
room
,
opening
out
on
the
lake
?
"
Christine
!
Christine
!
.
.
.
Why
don
’
t
you
answer
?
.
.
.
Are
you
alive
?
.
.
.
"
Hideous
thoughts
flashed
through
Raoul
’
s
congested
brain
.
Of
course
,
Erik
must
have
discovered
their
secret
,
must
have
known
that
Christine
had
played
him
false
.
What
a
vengeance
would
be
his
!
And
Raoul
thought
again
of
the
yellow
stars
that
had
come
,
the
night
before
,
and
roamed
over
his
balcony
.
Why
had
he
not
put
them
out
for
good
?
There
were
some
men
’
s
eyes
that
dilated
in
the
darkness
and
shone
like
stars
or
like
cats
’
eyes
.
Certainly
Albinos
,
who
seemed
to
have
rabbits
’
eyes
by
day
,
had
cats
’
eyes
at
night
:
everybody
knew
that
!
.
.
.
Yes
,
yes
,
he
had
undoubtedly
fired
at
Erik
.
Why
had
he
not
killed
him
?
The
monster
had
fled
up
the
gutter
-
spout
like
a
cat
or
a
convict
who
—
everybody
knew
that
also
—
would
scale
the
very
skies
,
with
the
help
of
a
gutter
-
spout
.
.
.
No
doubt
Erik
was
at
that
time
contemplating
some
decisive
step
against
Raoul
,
but
he
had
been
wounded
and
had
escaped
to
turn
against
poor
Christine
instead
.
