Let Him Speak
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For someone who until recently had been just a no-name chorus girl, Christine Daae's wedding was quite a social occasion. Hundreds crowded the cathedral to admire her gown, witness the ceremony, and gossip about the events that had preceded it.
Just as the bishop was beginning the vows, a commotion ensued in the nave. "Stop!" cried a masculine voice. "I object!"
"Mademoiselle," admonished the clergyman; "do you know this person?"
Rolling her eyes scornfully, Christine replied, "Yes, Father ... a jilted lover ..."
"Pray excuse the poor, stubborn Vicomte," Erik added, stroking his bride's hand lovingly. "His jealousy is understandable."
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For someone who until recently had been just a no-name chorus girl, Christine Daae's wedding was quite a social occasion. Hundreds crowded the cathedral to admire her gown, witness the ceremony, and gossip about the events that had preceded it.
Just as the bishop was beginning the vows, a commotion ensued in the nave. "Stop!" cried a masculine voice. "I object!"
"Mademoiselle," admonished the clergyman; "do you know this person?"
Rolling her eyes scornfully, Christine replied, "Yes, Father ... a jilted lover ..."
"Pray excuse the poor, stubborn Vicomte," Erik added, stroking his bride's hand lovingly. "His jealousy is understandable."