I was terrified lest it had gone for good.

I wish to Heaven it had, dear! ...

That night, I went home in a desperate condition.

I told Mamma Valerius, who said, 'Why, of course, the voice is jealous!' And that, dear, first revealed to me that I loved you." Christine stopped and laid her head on Raoul's shoulder.

They sat like that for a moment, in silence, and they did not see, did not perceive the movement, at a few steps from them, of the creeping shadow of two great black wings, a shadow that came along the roof so near, so near them that it could have stifled them by closing over them.
"The next day," Christine continued, with a sigh, "I went back to my dressing-room in a very pensive frame of mind.