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The
name
of
your
Angel
of
Music
,
mademoiselle
,
is
Erik
!
"
Christine
at
once
betrayed
herself
.
She
turned
as
white
as
a
sheet
and
stammered
:
"
Who
told
you
?
"
"
You
yourself
!
"
"
How
do
you
mean
?
"
"
By
pitying
him
the
other
night
,
the
night
of
the
masked
ball
.
When
you
went
to
your
dressing
-
room
,
did
you
not
say
,
’
Poor
Erik
?
’
Well
,
Christine
,
there
was
a
poor
Raoul
who
overheard
you
.
"
"
This
is
the
second
time
that
you
have
listened
behind
the
door
,
M
.
de
Chagny
!
"
"
I
was
not
behind
the
door
.
.
.
I
was
in
the
dressing
-
room
,
in
the
inner
room
,
mademoiselle
.
"
"
Oh
,
unhappy
man
!
"
moaned
the
girl
,
showing
every
sign
of
unspeakable
terror
.
"
Unhappy
man
!
Do
you
want
to
be
killed
?
"
"
Perhaps
.
"
Raoul
uttered
this
"
perhaps
"
with
so
much
love
and
despair
in
his
voice
that
Christine
could
not
keep
back
a
sob
.
She
took
his
hands
and
looked
at
him
with
all
the
pure
affection
of
which
she
was
capable
:
