Tuesday, August 5, 2014

the last book I ever read (Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera, excerpt four)

from The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux:

“Mademoiselle, I have the honor to ask for your hand.”

“Why, you have both of them already, my dear betrothed! . . . Oh, Raoul, how happy we shall be! . . . We must play at being engaged all day long.”

It was the prettiest game in the world and they enjoyed it like the children that they were. Oh, the wonderful speeches they made to each other and the eternal vows they exchanged! They played at hearts as other children might play at ball; only, as it was really their two hearts that they flung to and fro, they had to be very, very handy to catch them, each time, without hurting them.

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