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Raoul
’
s
fingers
clutched
at
his
flesh
,
above
his
jealous
heart
.
In
his
inexperience
,
he
now
asked
himself
with
terror
what
game
the
girl
was
playing
?
Up
to
what
point
could
an
opera
-
singer
make
a
fool
of
a
good
-
natured
young
man
,
quite
new
to
love
?
O
misery
!
.
.
.
Thus
did
Raoul
’
s
thoughts
fly
from
one
extreme
to
the
other
.
He
no
longer
knew
whether
to
pity
Christine
or
to
curse
her
;
and
he
pitied
and
cursed
her
turn
and
turn
about
.
At
all
events
,
he
bought
a
white
domino
.
The
hour
of
the
appointment
came
at
last
.
With
his
face
in
a
mask
trimmed
with
long
,
thick
lace
,
looking
like
a
pierrot
in
his
white
wrap
,
the
viscount
thought
himself
very
ridiculous
.
Men
of
the
world
do
not
go
to
the
Opera
ball
in
fancy
-
dress
!
It
was
absurd
.
One
thought
,
however
,
consoled
the
viscount
:
he
would
certainly
never
be
recognized
!
This
ball
was
an
exceptional
affair
,
given
some
time
before
Shrovetide
,
in
honor
of
the
anniversary
of
the
birth
of
a
famous
draftsman
;
and
it
was
expected
to
be
much
gayer
,
noisier
,
more
Bohemian
than
the
ordinary
masked
ball
.
Numbers
of
artists
had
arranged
to
go
,
accompanied
by
a
whole
cohort
of
models
and
pupils
,
who
,
by
midnight
,
began
to
create
a
tremendous
din
.
Raoul
climbed
the
grand
staircase
at
five
minutes
to
twelve
,
did
not
linger
to
look
at
the
motley
dresses
displayed
all
the
way
up
the
marble
steps
,
one
of
the
richest
settings
in
the
world
,
allowed
no
facetious
mask
to
draw
him
into
a
war
of
wits
,
replied
to
no
jests
and
shook
off
the
bold
familiarity
of
a
number
of
couples
who
had
already
become
a
trifle
too
gay
.
Crossing
the
big
crush
-
room
and
escaping
from
a
mad
whirl
of
dancers
in
which
he
was
caught
for
a
moment
,
he
at
last
entered
the
room
mentioned
in
Christine
’
s
letter
.
He
found
it
crammed
;
for
this
small
space
was
the
point
where
all
those
who
were
going
to
supper
in
the
Rotunda
crossed
those
who
were
returning
from
taking
a
glass
of
champagne
.
The
fun
,
here
,
waxed
fast
and
furious
.
Raoul
leaned
against
a
door
-
post
and
waited
.
He
did
not
wait
long
.
A
black
domino
passed
and
gave
a
quick
squeeze
to
the
tips
of
his
fingers
.
He
understood
that
it
was
she
and
followed
her
:
"
Is
that
you
,
Christine
?
"
he
asked
,
between
his
teeth
.
The
black
domino
turned
round
promptly
and
raised
her
finger
to
her
lips
,
no
doubt
to
warn
him
not
to
mention
her
name
again
.
Raoul
continued
to
follow
her
in
silence
.
He
was
afraid
of
losing
her
,
after
meeting
her
again
in
such
strange
circumstances
.
His
grudge
against
her
was
gone
.
He
no
longer
doubted
that
she
had
"
nothing
to
reproach
herself
with
,
"
however
peculiar
and
inexplicable
her
conduct
might
seem
.
He
was
ready
to
make
any
display
of
clemency
,
forgiveness
or
cowardice
.
He
was
in
love
.
And
,
no
doubt
,
he
would
soon
receive
a
very
natural
explanation
of
her
curious
absence
.
The
black
domino
turned
back
from
time
to
time
to
see
if
the
white
domino
was
still
following
.
