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XII Apollo's Lyre
Ihaveneverseenhimbydaylight...itmustbeawful!...Oh,thefirsttimeIsawhim!...Ithoughtthathewasgoingtodie."
"Why?"askedRaoul,reallyfrightenedattheaspectwhichthisstrangeconfidencewastaking.
"BECAUSEIHADSEENHIM!"
Thistime,RaoulandChristineturnedroundatthesametime:
"Thereissomeoneinpain,"saidRaoul."Perhapssomeonehasbeenhurt.Didyouhear?"
"Ican’tsay,"Christineconfessed."Evenwhenheisnotthere,myearsarefullofhissighs.Still,ifyouheard..."
Theystoodupandlookedaroundthem.Theywerequitealoneontheimmenseleadroof.TheysatdownagainandRaoulsaid:
"Tellmehowyousawhimfirst."
"Ihadheardhimforthreemonthswithoutseeinghim.ThefirsttimeIheardit,Ithought,asyoudid,thatthatadorablevoicewassinginginanotherroom.Iwentoutandlookedeverywhere;but,asyouknow,Raoul,mydressing-roomisverymuchbyitself;andIcouldnotfindthevoiceoutsidemyroom,whereasitwentonsteadilyinside.Anditnotonlysang,butitspoketomeandansweredmyquestions,likearealman’svoice,withthisdifference,thatitwasasbeautifulasthevoiceofanangel.IhadnevergottheAngelofMusicwhommypoorfatherhadpromisedtosendmeassoonashewasdead.IreallythinkthatMammaValeriuswasalittlebittoblame.Itoldheraboutit;andsheatoncesaid,’ItmustbetheAngel;atanyrate,youcandonoharmbyaskinghim.’Ididso;andtheman’svoicerepliedthat,yes,itwastheAngel’svoice,thevoicewhichIwasexpectingandwhichmyfatherhadpromisedme.
