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"
Yes
or
no
!
If
your
answer
is
no
,
everybody
will
be
dead
AND
BURIED
!
"
Yes
,
buried
under
the
ruins
of
the
Paris
Grand
Opera
!
The
monster
had
given
her
until
eleven
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
.
He
had
chosen
his
time
well
.
There
would
be
many
people
,
many
"
members
of
the
human
race
,
"
up
there
,
in
the
resplendent
theater
.
What
finer
retinue
could
be
expected
for
his
funeral
?
He
would
go
down
to
the
tomb
escorted
by
the
whitest
shoulders
in
the
world
,
decked
with
the
richest
jewels
.
Eleven
o
’
clock
to
-
morrow
evening
!
We
were
all
to
be
blown
up
in
the
middle
of
the
performance
.
.
.
if
Christine
Daae
said
no
!
Eleven
o
’
clock
to
-
morrow
evening
!
.
.
.
And
what
else
could
Christine
say
but
no
?
Would
she
not
prefer
to
espouse
death
itself
rather
than
that
living
corpse
?
She
did
not
know
that
on
her
acceptance
or
refusal
depended
the
awful
fate
of
many
members
of
the
human
race
!
Eleven
o
’
clock
to
-
morrow
evening
!
And
we
dragged
ourselves
through
the
darkness
,
feeling
our
way
to
the
stone
steps
,
for
the
light
in
the
trap
-
door
overhead
that
led
to
the
room
of
mirrors
was
now
extinguished
;
and
we
repeated
to
ourselves
:
"
Eleven
o
’
clock
to
-
morrow
evening
!
"
