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And
,
now
,
be
off
,
for
I
must
go
and
do
some
shopping
!
"
To
my
intense
astonishment
,
things
happened
as
he
had
announced
.
Christine
Daae
left
the
house
on
the
lake
and
returned
to
it
several
times
,
without
,
apparently
,
being
forced
to
do
so
.
It
was
very
difficult
for
me
to
clear
my
mind
of
Erik
.
However
,
I
resolved
to
be
extremely
prudent
,
and
did
not
make
the
mistake
of
returning
to
the
shore
of
the
lake
,
or
of
going
by
the
Communists
’
road
.
But
the
idea
of
the
secret
entrance
in
the
third
cellar
haunted
me
,
and
I
repeatedly
went
and
waited
for
hours
behind
a
scene
from
the
Roi
de
Lahore
,
which
had
been
left
there
for
some
reason
or
other
.
At
last
my
patience
was
rewarded
.
One
day
,
I
saw
the
monster
come
toward
me
,
on
his
knees
.
I
was
certain
that
he
could
not
see
me
.
He
passed
between
the
scene
behind
which
I
stood
and
a
set
piece
,
went
to
the
wall
and
pressed
on
a
spring
that
moved
a
stone
and
afforded
him
an
ingress
.
He
passed
through
this
,
and
the
stone
closed
behind
him
.
I
waited
for
at
least
thirty
minutes
and
then
pressed
the
spring
in
my
turn
.
Everything
happened
as
with
Erik
.
But
I
was
careful
not
to
go
through
the
hole
myself
,
for
I
knew
that
Erik
was
inside
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
idea
that
I
might
be
caught
by
Erik
suddenly
made
me
think
of
the
death
of
Joseph
Buquet
.
I
did
not
wish
to
jeopardize
the
advantages
of
so
great
a
discovery
which
might
be
useful
to
many
people
,
"
to
a
goodly
number
of
the
human
race
,
"
in
Erik
’
s
words
;
and
I
left
the
cellars
of
the
Opera
after
carefully
replacing
the
stone
.
I
continued
to
be
greatly
interested
in
the
relations
between
Erik
and
Christine
Daae
,
not
from
any
morbid
curiosity
,
but
because
of
the
terrible
thought
which
obsessed
my
mind
that
Erik
was
capable
of
anything
,
if
he
once
discovered
that
he
was
not
loved
for
his
own
sake
,
as
he
imagined
.
I
continued
to
wander
,
very
cautiously
,
about
the
Opera
and
soon
learned
the
truth
about
the
monster
’
s
dreary
love
-
affair
.
He
filled
Christine
’
s
mind
,
through
the
terror
with
which
he
inspired
her
,
but
the
dear
child
’
s
heart
belonged
wholly
to
the
Vicomte
Raoul
de
Chagny
.
While
they
played
about
,
like
an
innocent
engaged
couple
,
on
the
upper
floors
of
the
Opera
,
to
avoid
the
monster
,
they
little
suspected
that
some
one
was
watching
over
them
.
I
was
prepared
to
do
anything
:
to
kill
the
monster
,
if
necessary
,
and
explain
to
the
police
afterward
.
But
Erik
did
not
show
himself
;
and
I
felt
none
the
more
comfortable
for
that
.
I
must
explain
my
whole
plan
.
I
thought
that
the
monster
,
being
driven
from
his
house
by
jealousy
,
would
thus
enable
me
to
enter
it
,
without
danger
,
through
the
passage
in
the
third
cellar
.
It
was
important
,
for
everybody
’
s
sake
,
that
I
should
know
exactly
what
was
inside
.
One
day
,
tired
of
waiting
for
an
opportunity
,
I
moved
the
stone
and
at
once
heard
an
astounding
music
:
the
monster
was
working
at
his
Don
Juan
Triumphant
,
with
every
door
in
his
house
wide
open
.
I
knew
that
this
was
the
work
of
his
life
.
I
was
careful
not
to
stir
and
remained
prudently
in
my
dark
hole
.
He
stopped
playing
,
for
a
moment
,
and
began
walking
about
his
place
,
like
a
madman
.
And
he
said
aloud
,
at
the
top
of
his
voice
:
"
It
must
be
finished
FIRST
!
Quite
finished
!
"
This
speech
was
not
calculated
to
reassure
me
and
,
when
the
music
recommenced
,
I
closed
the
stone
very
softly
.
