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- And, at last, they distinctly heard his voice in their right ears, the impossible voice, the mouthless voice, saying:
- “She is singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!”
- With one accord, they raised their eyes to the ceiling and uttered a terrible cry. The chandelier, the immense mass of the chandelier was slipping down, coming toward them, at the call of that fiendish voice. Released from its hook, it plunged from the ceiling and came smashing into the middle of the stalls, amid a thousand shouts of terror. A wild rush for the doors followed.
- The papers of the day state that there were numbers wounded and one killed. The chandelier had crashed down upon the head of the wretched woman who had come to the Opera for the first time in her life, the one whom M. Richard had appointed to succeed Mme. Giry, the ghost’s box-keeper, in her functions! She died on the spot and, the next morning, a newspaper appeared with this heading:
- TWO HUNDRED KILOS ON THE HEAD OF A CONCIERGE
- That was her sole epitaph!
- -Chapter VII
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