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That sob attached me to the unfortunate man more than I myself suspected when saying good-by to him.

Poor Erik! Poor Erik!" "Christine," said Raoul, rising, "you tell me that you love me; but you had recovered your liberty hardly a few hours before you returned to Erik! Remember the masked ball!" "Yes; and do you remember those hours which I passed with you, Raoul ...

to the great danger of both of us ?" "I doubted your love for me, during those hours." "Do you doubt it still, Raoul?
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Then know that each of my visits to Erik increased my horror of him; for each of those visits, instead of calming him, as I hoped, made him mad with love! And I am so frightened, so frightened! ..." "You are frightened ...