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"
You
lie
,
madam
,
for
you
do
not
love
me
and
you
have
never
loved
me
!
What
a
poor
fellow
I
must
be
to
let
you
mock
and
flout
me
as
you
have
done
!
Why
did
you
give
me
every
reason
for
hope
,
at
Perros
.
.
.
for
honest
hope
,
madam
,
for
I
am
an
honest
man
and
I
believed
you
to
be
an
honest
woman
,
when
your
only
intention
was
to
deceive
me
!
Alas
,
you
have
deceived
us
all
!
You
have
taken
a
shameful
advantage
of
the
candid
affection
of
your
benefactress
herself
,
who
continues
to
believe
in
your
sincerity
while
you
go
about
the
Opera
ball
with
Red
Death
!
.
.
.
I
despise
you
!
.
.
.
"
And
he
burst
into
tears
.
She
allowed
him
to
insult
her
.
She
thought
of
but
one
thing
,
to
keep
him
from
leaving
the
box
.
"
You
will
beg
my
pardon
,
one
day
,
for
all
those
ugly
words
,
Raoul
,
and
when
you
do
I
shall
forgive
you
!
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
No
,
no
,
you
have
driven
me
mad
!
When
I
think
that
I
had
only
one
object
in
life
:
to
give
my
name
to
an
opera
wench
!
"
"
Raoul
!
.
.
.
How
can
you
?
"
"
I
shall
die
of
shame
!
"
"
No
,
dear
,
live
!
"
said
Christine
’
s
grave
and
changed
voice
.
"
And
.
.
.
good
-
by
.
Good
-
by
,
Raoul
.
.
.
"
The
boy
stepped
forward
,
staggering
as
he
went
.
He
risked
one
more
sarcasm
:
"
Oh
,
you
must
let
me
come
and
applaud
you
from
time
to
time
!
"
