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Good evening. Welcome to send me to sleep, the world's sleepiest podcast.

I'm your host, Andrew. I'm here to help calm your mind and send you into a peaceful night's sleep.

Tonight, I'll be reading chapters 10 and 11 of The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston LaRou.

So let your eyes fall heavy and your breath soften as we settle in for a peaceful night's sleep.

Chapter 10. Forget the name of the man's voice.

The day after Christine had vanished before his eyes in a sort of dazzlement that still made him doubt the evidence of his senses.

Monsure Levicomte de Shangri called to inquire at Mama Valerius's.

He came upon a charming picture. Christine herself was seated by the bedside of the old lady who was sitting up against the pillows knitting.

The pink and white had returned to the young girl's cheeks. The dark rings around her eyes had disappeared.

Raoul no longer recognized the tragic face of the day before.

If the veil of melancholy over those adorable features had not still appeared to the young man as the last trace of the weird drama in whose toils that mysterious child was struggling, he could have believed that Christine was not its heroine at all.

She rose without showing any emotion and offered him her hand.

But Raoul's stupification was so great that he stood there dumbfounded without a gesture, without a word.

Well, Monsure de Shangri exclaimed Mama Valerius. Don't you know our Christine? Her good genius has sent her back to us.

Mama, the girl broke in promptly while a deep blush mantled to her eyes.

I thought Mama that there was to be no more question of that.

You know there is no such thing as the angel of music.

But child, he gave you lessons for three months.

Mama, I have promised to explain everything to you one of these days, and I hope to do so.

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