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I
seized
my
companion
’
s
arm
:
the
Vicomte
de
Chagny
was
all
a
-
quiver
,
eager
to
shout
to
his
betrothed
that
he
was
bringing
her
help
.
I
feared
that
he
would
not
be
able
to
contain
himself
.
Suddenly
,
we
heard
a
noise
on
our
left
.
It
sounded
at
first
like
a
door
opening
and
shutting
in
the
next
room
;
and
then
there
was
a
dull
moan
.
I
clutched
M
.
de
Chagny
’
s
arm
more
firmly
still
;
and
then
we
distinctly
heard
these
words
:
"
You
must
make
your
choice
!
The
wedding
mass
or
the
requiem
mass
!
"
I
recognized
the
voice
of
the
monster
.
There
was
another
moan
,
followed
by
a
long
silence
.
I
was
persuaded
by
now
that
the
monster
was
unaware
of
our
presence
in
his
house
,
for
otherwise
he
would
certainly
have
managed
not
to
let
us
hear
him
.
He
would
only
have
had
to
close
the
little
invisible
window
through
which
the
torture
-
lovers
look
down
into
the
torture
-
chamber
.
Besides
,
I
was
certain
that
,
if
he
had
known
of
our
presence
,
the
tortures
would
have
begun
at
once
.
The
important
thing
was
not
to
let
him
know
;
and
I
dreaded
nothing
so
much
as
the
impulsiveness
of
the
Vicomte
de
Chagny
,
who
wanted
to
rush
through
the
walls
to
Christine
Daae
,
whose
moans
we
continued
to
hear
at
intervals
.
"
The
requiem
mass
is
not
at
all
gay
,
"
Erik
’
s
voice
resumed
,
"
whereas
the
wedding
mass
—
you
can
take
my
word
for
it
—
is
magnificent
!
You
must
take
a
resolution
and
know
your
own
mind
!
I
can
’
t
go
on
living
like
this
,
like
a
mole
in
a
burrow
!
Don
Juan
Triumphant
is
finished
;
and
now
I
want
to
live
like
everybody
else
.
I
want
to
have
a
wife
like
everybody
else
and
to
take
her
out
on
Sundays
.
I
have
invented
a
mask
that
makes
me
look
like
anybody
.
People
will
not
even
turn
round
in
the
streets
.
You
will
be
the
happiest
of
women
.
And
we
will
sing
,
all
by
ourselves
,
till
we
swoon
away
with
delight
.
You
are
crying
!
You
are
afraid
of
me
!
And
yet
I
am
not
really
wicked
.
Love
me
and
you
shall
see
!
All
I
wanted
was
to
be
loved
for
myself
.
If
you
loved
me
I
should
be
as
gentle
as
a
lamb
;
and
you
could
do
anything
with
me
that
you
pleased
.
"
Soon
the
moans
that
accompanied
this
sort
of
love
’
s
litany
increased
and
increased
.
I
have
never
heard
anything
more
despairing
;
and
M
.
de
Chagny
and
I
recognized
that
this
terrible
lamentation
came
from
Erik
himself
.
Christine
seemed
to
be
standing
dumb
with
horror
,
without
the
strength
to
cry
out
,
while
the
monster
was
on
his
knees
before
her
.
Three
times
over
,
Erik
fiercely
bewailed
his
fate
:
"
You
don
’
t
love
me
!
You
don
’
t
love
me
!
You
don
’
t
love
me
!
"
