Призрак Оперы
Epilogue
Yes,Iamsure,quitesurethatIprayedbesidehisbody,theotherday,whentheytookitfromthespotwheretheywereburyingthephonographicrecords.Itwashisskeleton.Ididnotrecognizeitbytheuglinessofthehead,forallmenareuglywhentheyhavebeendeadaslongasthat,butbytheplaingoldringwhichheworeandwhichChristineDaaehadcertainlyslippedonhisfinger,whenshecametoburyhiminaccordancewithherpromise.
Theskeletonwaslyingnearthelittlewell,intheplacewheretheAngelofMusicfirstheldChristineDaaefaintinginhistremblingarms,onthenightwhenhecarriedherdowntothecellarsoftheopera-house.
And,now,whatdotheymeantodowiththatskeleton?Surelytheywillnotburyitinthecommongrave!...IsaythattheplaceoftheskeletonoftheOperaghostisinthearchivesoftheNationalAcademyofMusic.Itisnoordinaryskeleton.
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