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"
My
dearest
!
My
dearest
!
"
he
moaned
,
holding
out
his
arms
.
"
You
promised
to
forgive
me
.
.
.
"
"
Perhaps
!
.
.
.
Some
day
,
perhaps
!
"
she
said
,
resuming
her
mask
;
and
she
went
away
,
forbidding
him
,
with
a
gesture
,
to
follow
her
.
He
tried
to
disobey
her
;
but
she
turned
round
and
repeated
her
gesture
of
farewell
with
such
authority
that
he
dared
not
move
a
step
.
He
watched
her
till
she
was
out
of
sight
.
Then
he
also
went
down
among
the
crowd
,
hardly
knowing
what
he
was
doing
,
with
throbbing
temples
and
an
aching
heart
;
and
,
as
he
crossed
the
dancing
-
floor
,
he
asked
if
anybody
had
seen
Red
Death
.
Yes
,
every
one
had
seen
Red
Death
;
but
Raoul
could
not
find
him
;
and
,
at
two
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
,
he
turned
down
the
passage
,
behind
the
scenes
,
that
led
to
Christine
Daae
’
s
dressing
-
room
.
His
footsteps
took
him
to
that
room
where
he
had
first
known
suffering
.
He
tapped
at
the
door
.
There
was
no
answer
.
He
entered
,
as
he
had
entered
when
he
looked
everywhere
for
"
the
man
’
s
voice
.
"
The
room
was
empty
.
A
gas
-
jet
was
burning
,
turned
down
low
.
He
saw
some
writing
-
paper
on
a
little
desk
.
He
thought
of
writing
to
Christine
,
but
he
heard
steps
in
the
passage
.
He
had
only
time
to
hide
in
the
inner
room
,
which
was
separated
from
the
dressing
-
room
by
a
curtain
.
Christine
entered
,
took
off
her
mask
with
a
weary
movement
and
flung
it
on
the
table
.
She
sighed
and
let
her
pretty
head
fall
into
her
two
hands
.
What
was
she
thinking
of
?
Of
Raoul
?
No
,
for
Raoul
heard
her
murmur
:
"
Poor
Erik
!
"
At
first
,
he
thought
he
must
be
mistaken
.
To
begin
with
,
he
was
persuaded
that
,
if
any
one
was
to
be
pitied
,
it
was
he
,
Raoul
.
It
would
have
been
quite
natural
if
she
had
said
,
"
Poor
Raoul
,
"
after
what
had
happened
between
them
.
But
,
shaking
her
head
,
she
repeated
:
"
Poor
Erik
!
"
What
had
this
Erik
to
do
with
Christine
’
s
sighs
and
why
was
she
pitying
Erik
when
Raoul
was
so
unhappy
?
Christine
began
to
write
,
deliberately
,
calmly
and
so
placidly
that
Raoul
,
who
was
still
trembling
from
the
effects
of
the
tragedy
that
separated
them
,
was
painfully
impressed
.
