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And
Erik
fell
into
a
chair
,
choking
for
breath
:
"
Ah
,
I
am
not
going
to
die
yet
.
.
.
presently
I
shall
.
.
.
but
let
me
cry
!
.
.
.
Listen
,
daroga
.
.
.
listen
to
this
.
.
.
While
I
was
at
her
feet
.
.
.
I
heard
her
say
,
’
Poor
,
unhappy
Erik
!
’
.
.
.
AND
SHE
TOOK
MY
HAND
!
.
.
.
I
had
become
no
more
,
you
know
,
than
a
poor
dog
ready
to
die
for
her
.
.
.
I
mean
it
,
daroga
!
.
.
.
I
held
in
my
hand
a
ring
,
a
plain
gold
ring
which
I
had
given
her
.
.
.
which
she
had
lost
.
.
.
and
which
I
had
found
again
.
.
.
a
wedding
-
ring
,
you
know
.
.
.
I
slipped
it
into
her
little
hand
and
said
,
’
There
!
.
.
.
Take
it
!
.
.
.
Take
it
for
you
.
.
.
and
him
!
.
.
.
It
shall
be
my
wedding
-
present
a
present
from
your
poor
,
unhappy
Erik
.
.
.
I
know
you
love
the
boy
.
.
.
don
’
t
cry
any
more
!
.
.
.
She
asked
me
,
in
a
very
soft
voice
,
what
I
meant
.
.
.
Then
I
made
her
understand
that
,
where
she
was
concerned
,
I
was
only
a
poor
dog
,
ready
to
die
for
her
.
.
.
but
that
she
could
marry
the
young
man
when
she
pleased
,
because
she
had
cried
with
me
and
mingled
her
tears
with
mine
!
.
.
.
"
Erik
’
s
emotion
was
so
great
that
he
had
to
tell
the
Persian
not
to
look
at
him
,
for
he
was
choking
and
must
take
off
his
mask
.
The
daroga
went
to
the
window
and
opened
it
.
His
heart
was
full
of
pity
,
but
he
took
care
to
keep
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
trees
in
the
Tuileries
gardens
,
lest
he
should
see
the
monster
’
s
face
.
"
I
went
and
released
the
young
man
,
"
Erik
continued
,
"
and
told
him
to
come
with
me
to
Christine
.
.
.
They
kissed
before
me
in
the
Louis
-
Philippe
room
.
.
.
Christine
had
my
ring
.
.
.
I
made
Christine
swear
to
come
back
,
one
night
,
when
I
was
dead
,
crossing
the
lake
from
the
Rue
-
Scribe
side
,
and
bury
me
in
the
greatest
secrecy
with
the
gold
ring
,
which
she
was
to
wear
until
that
moment
.
.
.
.
I
told
her
where
she
would
find
my
body
and
what
to
do
with
it
.
.
.
Then
Christine
kissed
me
,
for
the
first
time
,
herself
,
here
,
on
the
forehead
—
don
’
t
look
,
daroga
!
—
here
,
on
the
forehead
.
.
.
on
my
forehead
,
mine
—
don
’
t
look
,
daroga
!
—
and
they
went
off
together
.
.
.
Christine
had
stopped
crying
.
.
.
I
alone
cried
.
.
.
Daroga
,
daroga
,
if
Christine
keeps
her
promise
,
she
will
come
back
soon
!
.
.
.
"
The
Persian
asked
him
no
questions
.
He
was
quite
reassured
as
to
the
fate
of
Raoul
Chagny
and
Christine
Daae
;
no
one
could
have
doubted
the
word
of
the
weeping
Erik
that
night
.
The
monster
resumed
his
mask
and
collected
his
strength
to
leave
the
daroga
.
He
told
him
that
,
when
he
felt
his
end
to
be
very
near
at
hand
,
he
would
send
him
,
in
gratitude
for
the
kindness
which
the
Persian
had
once
shown
him
,
that
which
he
held
dearest
in
the
world
:
all
Christine
Daae
’
s
papers
,
which
she
had
written
for
Raoul
’
s
benefit
and
left
with
Erik
,
together
with
a
few
objects
belonging
to
her
,
such
as
a
pair
of
gloves
,
a
shoe
-
buckle
and
two
pocket
-
handkerchiefs
In
reply
to
the
Persian
’
s
questions
,
Erik
told
him
that
the
two
young
people
,
at
soon
as
they
found
themselves
free
,
had
resolved
to
go
and
look
for
a
priest
in
some
lonely
spot
where
they
could
hide
their
happiness
and
that
,
with
this
object
in
view
,
they
had
started
from
"
the
northern
railway
station
of
the
world
.
"
Lastly
,
Erik
relied
on
the
Persian
,
as
soon
as
he
received
the
promised
relics
and
papers
,
to
inform
the
young
couple
of
his
death
and
to
advertise
it
in
the
EPOQUE
.
That
was
all
.
The
Persian
saw
Erik
to
the
door
of
his
flat
,
and
Darius
helped
him
down
to
the
street
.
A
cab
was
waiting
for
him
.
Erik
stepped
in
;
and
the
Persian
,
who
had
gone
back
to
the
window
,
heard
him
say
to
the
driver
:
"
Go
to
the
Opera
.
"
