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"
I
shall
never
sing
again
,
Raoul
!
.
.
.
"
"
Really
?
"
he
replied
,
still
more
satirically
.
"
So
he
is
taking
you
off
the
stage
:
I
congratulate
you
!
.
.
.
But
we
shall
meet
in
the
Bois
,
one
of
these
evenings
!
"
"
Not
in
the
Bois
nor
anywhere
,
Raoul
:
you
shall
not
see
me
again
.
.
.
"
"
May
one
ask
at
least
to
what
darkness
you
are
returning
?
.
.
.
For
what
hell
are
you
leaving
,
mysterious
lady
.
.
.
or
for
what
paradise
?
"
"
I
came
to
tell
you
,
dear
,
but
I
can
’
t
tell
you
now
.
.
.
you
would
not
believe
me
!
You
have
lost
faith
in
me
,
Raoul
;
it
is
finished
!
"
She
spoke
in
such
a
despairing
voice
that
the
lad
began
to
feel
remorse
for
his
cruelty
.
"
But
look
here
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Can
’
t
you
tell
me
what
all
this
means
!
.
.
.
You
are
free
,
there
is
no
one
to
interfere
with
you
.
.
.
You
go
about
Paris
.
.
.
You
put
on
a
domino
to
come
to
the
ball
.
.
.
Why
do
you
not
go
home
?
.
.
.
What
have
you
been
doing
this
past
fortnight
?
.
.
.
What
is
this
tale
about
the
Angel
of
Music
,
which
you
have
been
telling
Mamma
Valerius
?
Some
one
may
have
taken
you
in
,
played
upon
your
innocence
.
I
was
a
witness
of
it
myself
,
at
Perros
.
.
.
but
you
know
what
to
believe
now
!
You
seem
to
me
quite
sensible
,
Christine
.
You
know
what
you
are
doing
.
.
.
And
meanwhile
Mamma
Valerius
lies
waiting
for
you
at
home
and
appealing
to
your
’
good
genius
!
’
.
.
.
Explain
yourself
,
Christine
,
I
beg
of
you
!
Any
one
might
have
been
deceived
as
I
was
.
What
is
this
farce
?
"
Christine
simply
took
off
her
mask
and
said
:
"
Dear
,
it
is
a
tragedy
!
"
Raoul
now
saw
her
face
and
could
not
restrain
an
exclamation
of
surprise
and
terror
.
The
fresh
complexion
of
former
days
was
gone
.
A
mortal
pallor
covered
those
features
,
which
he
had
known
so
charming
and
so
gentle
,
and
sorrow
had
furrowed
them
with
pitiless
lines
and
traced
dark
and
unspeakably
sad
shadows
under
her
eyes
.
