Phantom of the Opera , livre ebook

icon

30

pages

icon

English

icon

Ebooks

2021

Écrit par

Publié par

icon jeton

Vous pourrez modifier la taille du texte de cet ouvrage

Lire un extrait
Lire un extrait

Obtenez un accès à la bibliothèque pour le consulter en ligne En savoir plus

Découvre YouScribe en t'inscrivant gratuitement

Je m'inscris

Découvre YouScribe en t'inscrivant gratuitement

Je m'inscris
icon

30

pages

icon

English

icon

Ebook

2021

icon jeton

Vous pourrez modifier la taille du texte de cet ouvrage

Lire un extrait
Lire un extrait

Obtenez un accès à la bibliothèque pour le consulter en ligne En savoir plus

Classic novels
Voir icon arrow

Publié par

Date de parution

01 septembre 2021

Nombre de lectures

0

EAN13

9781783227334

Langue

English

Poids de l'ouvrage

2 Mo

Original by Gaston Leroux Retold by Pauline Francis
ReadZone Books Limited




First published in this edition 2010

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of ReadZone Books Limited.

© copyright in the text Pauline Francis, 2016
© copyright in this edition ReadZone Books Ltd 2016

The right of the Author to be identified as the Author of this work had been asserted by the Author in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Printed in Malta by Melita Press

Every attempt has been made by the Publisher to secure appropriate permissions for material reproduced in this book. If there has been any oversight we will be happy to rectify the situation in future editions or reprints. Written submissions should be made to the Publishers.

British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data (CIP) is available for this title.

ISBN 978-1-78322-733-4

Visit our website: www.readzonebooks.com
Chapter One    A New Singer
Chapter Two    The Angel of Music
Chapter Three Box Five
Chapter Four   The Voice
Chapter Five    The Phantom of the Opera
Chapter Six     Where is Christine?
Chapter Seven Into the Cellars
Chapter Eight The Persian’s Story
Chapter Nine   In the Torture Chamber
Chapter Ten    The Scorpion or the Grasshopper?
Introduction
Gaston Leroux was born in 1868 in Paris, France, into a very wealthy family. After studying law, he inherited a million francs – and he spent it all very quickly! So he had to work for a living. Leroux started to write for a newspaper in Paris. By the age of thirty, he was a full-time writer of mystery and detective novels.
Gaston Leroux became well known in 1907 for The Mystery of the Yellow Room , a novel that introduced a teenage crime reporter. Two years later, he wrote The Phantom of the Opera , his best-known book today.
The Phantom of the Opera is spine chilling and full of drama, just like a real opera. The phantom of the title – which frightens everyone with his deformed face – lives beneath the Paris Opera House where he becomes obsessed with a young singer, called Christine Daaé. As he enchants her more and more with his music, she begins to wonder whether he really is a phantom. The building that Leroux described actually exists – and it does have enormous cellars with an underground lake.
Many films have been made of this story. In 1987, Andrew Lloyd Webber produced The Phantom of the Opera as a musical.
Gaston Leroux died in 1927 at the age of fifty-nine.
CHAPTER ONE
A New Singer
A new singer had just given a wonderful performance at the Paris Opera House. Her name was Christine Daaé. At the last minute, she had replaced Carlotta, who was ill, as Margarita in an opera called Faust. Nobody had ever heard a voice like hers. The audience went mad with delight and clapped until Christine was carried from the stage weeping and fainting.
In his box overlooking the stage, the Count de Chagny applauded loudly, too. He was a handsome man of forty-one and the head of one of the most distinguished families in France. His younger brother Raoul sat next to him, his face pale with surprise.
“I wonder if Christine will remember me?” Raoul thought. “We used to play on the beach together when we were children. I must go back-stage to meet her.”
As he made his way to Christine Daaé’s dressing room, Raoul passed some of the ballet dancers in the narrow corridors. They were talking about a phantom which had been haunting the Opera House for some time: how he seemed to appear from nowhere in the shape of a gentleman wearing a black evening suit – and how he vanished as soon as he was seen.
Joseph Buquet, a scene-shifter, had met him once on the staircase leading to the cellars. “His skin is yellow and so tightly stretched over his bones that it looks like the face of a dead person,” he told everybody afterwards. “His eyes are so deep that they look like two big black holes. His nose is small and he hardly has any hair. Ugh!”
Now Raoul de Chagny entered Christine Daaé’s dressing room just as she was opening her eyes. “Monsieur,” she whispered. “Who are you?”
Raoul kissed her hand. “Don’t you remember?” he asked. “I am the little boy who went into the sea to rescue your scarf when the wind blew it away. I should like to speak to you in private, Mademoiselle Christine.”
“No,” she replied. “Go away! I wish to be alone.”
Raoul waited impatiently outside her door. To his surprise, he heard a man’s voice coming from the dressing room. “Christine, you must love me!” he said. And Christine’s trembling voice replied, “How can you talk like that, when I sing only for you! Tonight I gave you my soul.”
Raoul heard no more. He crept into a dark corner, his heart beating wildly, and waited for the man to leave. He knew that he loved Christine Daaé and he hated that man inside her room.
At last, Christine came out, but she did not see Raoul. When she had gone, he went into her dressing room. The gaslight had been turned out. He stood there in complete darkness.
“Why are you hiding?” Raoul called out, striking a match. “If you don’t answer, you are a coward!”
The match lit up the room – but it was empty.
Raoul waited for ten minutes. Then he decided to leave. As he went through the door, an icy blast struck him in the face. He walked through the corridors for some time, not knowing where he was going.

Voir icon more
Alternate Text