![]() de Chagny was on a sofa, beside the wardrobe. It seems that, when he opened his eyes, the daroga found himself lying on a bed. He had shaved the whole of his head, which was usually covered with an astrakhan cap he was dressed in a long, plain coat and amused himself by unconsciously twisting his thumbs inside the sleeves but his mind was quite clear, and he told me his story with perfect lucidity. He still had his magnificent eyes, but his poor face looked very worn. ![]() The daroga received me at a window overlooking the garden of the Tuileries. His faithful old servant Darius showed me in to him. He was very ill, and it required all my ardor as an historian pledged to the truth to persuade him to live the incredible tragedy over again for my benefit. When I went to see him, he was still living in his little flat in the Rue de Rivoli, opposite the Tuileries. And I had the rest of the story from the lips of the daroga himself. de Chagny and his companion were saved by the sublime devotion of Christine Daae. Notwithstanding the horrors of a situation which seemed definitely to abandon them to their deaths, M. The previous chapter marks the conclusion of the written narrative which the Persian left behind him. Previous Chapter Next Chapter Chapter XXVI: The End of the Ghost's Story ![]()
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