CHRISTINE I remember there was mist . . . swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake . . . There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat, and in the boat there was a man . . . (She rises and approaches the PHANTOM who does not see her As she reaches for his mask, he turns, almost catching her. This happens several times) Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask? (She finally succeeds in tearing the mask from his face. The PHANTOM springs up and rounds on her furiously. She clearly sees his face. The audience does not, as he is standing in profile and in shadow) PHANTOM Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little Iying Delilah! You little viper! now you cannot ever be free! Damn you . . . Curse you . . . (a pause