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Although

Erik

announced

to

me

very

solemnly

that

he

had

changed

and

that

he

had

become

the

most

virtuous

of

men

SINCE

HE

WAS

LOVED

FOR

HIMSELF

—

a

sentence

that

,

at

first

,

perplexed

me

most

terribly

—

I

could

not

help

shuddering

when

I

thought

of

the

monster

.

His

horrible

,

unparalleled

and

repulsive

ugliness

put

him

without

the

pale

of

humanity

;

and

it

often

seemed

to

me

that

,

for

this

reason

,

he

no

longer

believed

that

he

had

any

duty

toward

the

human

race

.

The

way

in

which

he

spoke

of

his

love

affairs

only

increased

my

alarm

,

for

I

foresaw

the

cause

of

fresh

and

more

hideous

tragedies

in

this

event

to

which

he

alluded

so

boastfully

.

On

the

other

hand

,

I

soon

discovered

the

curious

moral

traffic

established

between

the

monster

and

Christine

Daae

.

Hiding

in

the

lumber

-

room

next

to

the

young

prima

donna

’

s

dressing

-

room

,

I

listened

to

wonderful

musical

displays

that

evidently

flung

Christine

into

marvelous

ecstasy

;

but

,

all

the

same

,

I

would

never

have

thought

that

Erik

’

s

voice

—

which

was

loud

as

thunder

or

soft

as

angels

’

voices

,

at

will

—

could

have

made

her

forget

his

ugliness

.

I

understood

all

when

I

learned

that

Christine

had

not

yet

seen

him

!

I

had

occasion

to

go

to

the

dressing

-

room

and

,

remembering

the

lessons

he

had

once

given

me

,

I

had

no

difficulty

in

discovering

the

trick

that

made

the

wall

with

the

mirror

swing

round

and

I

ascertained

the

means

of

hollow

bricks

and

so

on

—

by

which

he

made

his

voice

carry

to

Christine

as

though

she

heard

it

close

beside

her

.

In

this

way

also

I

discovered

the

road

that

led

to

the

well

and

the

dungeon

—

the

Communists

’

dungeon

—

and

also

the

trap

-

door

that

enabled

Erik

to

go

straight

to

the

cellars

below

the

stage

.

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A

few

days

later

,

what

was

not

my

amazement

to

learn

by

my

own

eyes

and

ears

that

Erik

and

Christine

Daae

saw

each

other

and

to

catch

the

monster

stooping

over

the

little

well

,

in

the

Communists

’

road

and

sprinkling

the

forehead

of

Christine

Daae

,

who

had

fainted

.

A

white

horse

,

the

horse

out

of

the

PROFETA

,

which

had

disappeared

from

the

stables

under

the

Opera

,

was

standing

quietly

beside

them

.

I

showed

myself

.

It

was

terrible

.

I

saw

sparks

fly

from

those

yellow

eyes

and

,

before

I

had

time

to

say

a

word

,

I

received

a

blow

on

the

head

that

stunned

me

.

When

I

came

to

myself

,

Erik

,

Christine

and

the

white

horse

had

disappeared

.

I

felt

sure

that

the

poor

girl

was

a

prisoner

in

the

house

on

the

lake

.

Without

hesitation

,

I

resolved

to

return

to

the

bank

,

notwithstanding

the

attendant

danger

.

For

twenty

-

four

hours

,

I

lay

in

wait

for

the

monster

to

appear

;

for

I

felt

that

he

must

go

out

,

driven

by

the

need

of

obtaining

provisions

.

And

,

in

this

connection

,

I

may

say

,

that

,

when

he

went

out

in

the

streets

or

ventured

to

show

himself

in

public

,

he

wore

a

pasteboard

nose

,

with

a

mustache

attached

to

it

,

instead

of

his

own

horrible

hole

of

a

nose

.

This

did

not

quite

take

away

his

corpse

-

like

air

,

but

it

made

him

almost

,

I

say

almost

,

endurable

to

look

at

.

I

therefore

watched

on

the

bank

of

the

lake

and

,

weary

of

long

waiting

,

was

beginning

to

think

that

he

had

gone

through

the

other

door

,

the

door

in

the

third

cellar

,

when

I

heard

a

slight

splashing

in

the

dark

,

I

saw

the

two

yellow

eyes

shining

like

candles

and

soon

the

boat

touched

shore

.

Erik

jumped

out

and

walked

up

to

me

:

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"

You

’

ve

been

here

for

twenty

-

four

hours

,

"

he

said

,

"

and

you

’

re

annoying

me

.

I

tell

you

,

all

this

will

end

very

badly

.

And

you

will

have

brought

it

upon

yourself

;

for

I

have

been

extraordinarily

patient

with

you

.

You

think

you

are

following

me

,

you

great

booby

,

whereas

it

’

s

I

who

am

following

you

;

and

I

know

all

that

you

know

about

me

,

here

.

I

spared

you

yesterday

,

in

MY

COMMUNISTS

’

ROAD

;

but

I

warn

you

,

seriously

,

don

’

t

let

me

catch

you

there

again

!

Upon

my

word

,

you

don

’

t

seem

able

to

take

a

hint

!

"

He

was

so

furious

that

I

did

not

think

,

for

the

moment

,

of

interrupting

him

.

After

puffing

and

blowing

like

a

walrus

,

he

put

his

horrible

thought

into

words

:

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