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XII Apollo's Lyre
InHeaven’sname,Christine,tellmewherethedining-roomonthelakeis!Imustkillhim!"
"Oh,bequiet,Raoul,ifyouwanttoknow!"
"Yes,Iwanttoknowhowandwhyyouwentback;Imustknow!...But,inanycase,Iwillkillhim!"
"Oh,Raoul,listen,listen!...Hedraggedmebymyhairandthen...andthen...Oh,itistoohorrible!"
"Well,what?Outwithit!"exclaimedRaoulfiercely."Outwithit,quick!"
"Thenhehissedatme.’Ah,Ifrightenyou,doI?...Idaresay!...PerhapsyouthinkthatIhaveanothermask,eh,andthatthis...this...myheadisamask?Well,’heroared,’tearitoffasyoudidtheother!Come!Comealong!Iinsist!Yourhands!Yourhands!Givemeyourhands!’Andheseizedmyhandsanddugthemintohisawfulface.Hetorehisfleshwithmynails,torehisterribledeadfleshwithmynails!...’Know,’heshouted,whilehisthroatthrobbedandpantedlikeafurnace,’knowthatIambuiltupofdeathfromheadtofootandthatitisacorpsethatlovesyouandadoresyouandwillnever,neverleaveyou!...Look,Iamnotlaughingnow,Iamcrying,cryingforyou,Christine,whohavetornoffmymaskandwhothereforecanneverleavemeagain!...Aslongasyouthoughtmehandsome,youcouldhavecomeback,Iknowyouwouldhavecomeback...but,nowthatyouknowmyhideousness,youwouldrunawayforgood...SoIshallkeepyouhere!...Whydidyouwanttoseeme?Oh,madChristine,whowantedtoseeme!...
