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XII Apollo's Lyre
Icalledtoit,butitdidnotreply;Ibeggedandentreated,butinvain.Iwasterrifiedlestithadgoneforgood.IwishtoHeavenithad,dear!...Thatnight,Iwenthomeinadesperatecondition.ItoldMammaValerius,whosaid,’Why,ofcourse,thevoiceisjealous!’Andthat,dear,firstrevealedtomethatIlovedyou."
ChristinestoppedandlaidherheadonRaoul’sshoulder.Theysatlikethatforamoment,insilence,andtheydidnotsee,didnotperceivethemovement,atafewstepsfromthem,ofthecreepingshadowoftwogreatblackwings,ashadowthatcamealongtheroofsonear,sonearthemthatitcouldhavestifledthembyclosingoverthem.
"Thenextday,"Christinecontinued,withasigh,"Iwentbacktomydressing-roominaverypensiveframeofmind.Thevoicewasthere,spoketomewithgreatsadnessandtoldmeplainlythat,ifImustbestowmyheartonearth,therewasnothingforthevoicetodobuttogobacktoHeaven.AnditsaidthiswithsuchanaccentofHUMANsorrowthatIoughtthenandtheretohavesuspectedandbeguntobelievethatIwasthevictimofmydeludedsenses.Butmyfaithinthevoice,withwhichthememoryofmyfatherwassocloselyintermingled,remainedundisturbed.IfearednothingsomuchasthatImightneverhearitagain;Ihadthoughtaboutmyloveforyouandrealizedalltheuselessdangerofit;andIdidnotevenknowifyourememberedme.
