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 				<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h2>
 				<p epub:type="title">Is It the Ghost?</p>
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-			<p>It was the evening on which <abbr>MM.</abbr> Debienne and Poligny, the managers of the Opera, were giving a last gala performance to mark their retirement. Suddenly the dressing-room of La Sorelli, one of the principal dancers, was invaded by half-a-dozen young ladies of the ballet, who had come up from the stage after “dancing” <i epub:type="se:name.music.opera">Polyeucte</i>. They rushed in amid great confusion, some giving vent to forced and unnatural laughter, others to cries of terror. Sorelli, who wished to be alone for a moment to “run through” the speech which she was to make to the resigning managers, looked around angrily at the mad and tumultuous crowd. It was little Jammes⁠—the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose-red cheeks and the lily-white neck and shoulders⁠—who gave the explanation in a trembling voice:</p>
+			<p>It was the evening on which <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">MM.</abbr> Debienne and Poligny, the managers of the Opera, were giving a last gala performance to mark their retirement. Suddenly the dressing-room of La Sorelli, one of the principal dancers, was invaded by half-a-dozen young ladies of the ballet, who had come up from the stage after “dancing” <i epub:type="se:name.music.opera">Polyeucte</i>. They rushed in amid great confusion, some giving vent to forced and unnatural laughter, others to cries of terror. Sorelli, who wished to be alone for a moment to “run through” the speech which she was to make to the resigning managers, looked around angrily at the mad and tumultuous crowd. It was little Jammes⁠—the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose-red cheeks and the lily-white neck and shoulders⁠—who gave the explanation in a trembling voice:</p>
 			<p>“It’s the ghost!” And she locked the door.</p>
 			<p>Sorelli’s dressing-room was fitted up with official, commonplace elegance. A pier-glass, a sofa, a dressing-table and a cupboard or two provided the necessary furniture. On the walls hung a few engravings, relics of the mother, who had known the glories of the old Opera in the Rue le Peletier; portraits of Vestris, Gardel, Dupont, Bigottini. But the room seemed a palace to the brats of the <i xml:lang="fr">corps de ballet</i>, who were lodged in common dressing-rooms where they spent their time singing, quarreling, smacking the dressers and hairdressers and buying one another glasses of cassis, beer, or even rum, until the call-boy’s bell rang.</p>
 			<p>Sorelli was very superstitious. She shuddered when she heard little Jammes speak of the ghost, called her a “silly little fool” and then, as she was the first to believe in ghosts in general, and the Opera ghost in particular, at once asked for details:</p>
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 			<p>Sorelli was very pale.</p>
 			<p>“I shall never be able to recite my speech,” she said.</p>
 			<p>Ma Jammes gave her opinion, while she emptied a glass of liqueur that happened to be standing on a table; the ghost must have something to do with it.</p>
-			<p>The truth is that no one ever knew how Joseph Buquet met his death. The verdict at the inquest was “natural suicide.” In his <i epub:type="se:name.publication.book">Memoirs of a Manager</i>, <abbr>M.</abbr> Moncharmin, one of the joint managers who succeeded <abbr>MM.</abbr> Debienne and Poligny, describes the incident as follows:</p>
+			<p>The truth is that no one ever knew how Joseph Buquet met his death. The verdict at the inquest was “natural suicide.” In his <i epub:type="se:name.publication.book">Memoirs of a Manager</i>, <abbr>M.</abbr> Moncharmin, one of the joint managers who succeeded <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">MM.</abbr> Debienne and Poligny, describes the incident as follows:</p>
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-				<p>A grievous accident spoiled the little party which <abbr>MM.</abbr> Debienne and Poligny gave to celebrate their retirement. I was in the manager’s office, when Mercier, the acting-manager, suddenly came darting in. He seemed half mad and told me that the body of a scene-shifter had been found hanging in the third cellar under the stage, between a farmhouse and a scene from the <i epub:type="se:name.music.opera">Roi de Lahore</i>. I shouted:</p>
+				<p>A grievous accident spoiled the little party which <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">MM.</abbr> Debienne and Poligny gave to celebrate their retirement. I was in the manager’s office, when Mercier, the acting-manager, suddenly came darting in. He seemed half mad and told me that the body of a scene-shifter had been found hanging in the third cellar under the stage, between a farmhouse and a scene from the <i epub:type="se:name.music.opera">Roi de Lahore</i>. I shouted:</p>
 				<p>“Come and cut him down!”</p>
 				<p>By the time I had rushed down the staircase and the Jacob’s ladder, the man was no longer hanging from his rope!</p>
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 			<p>“Mamma, I have promised to explain everything to you one of these days; and I hope to do so⁠ ⁠… but you have promised me, until that day, to be silent and to ask me no more questions whatever!”</p>
 			<p>“Provided that you promised never to leave me again! But have you promised that, Christine?”</p>
 			<p>“Mamma, all this can not interest <abbr>M.</abbr> de Chagny.”</p>
-			<p>“On the contrary, mademoiselle,” said the young man, in a voice which he tried to make firm and brave, but which still trembled, “anything that concerns you interests me to an extent which perhaps you will one day understand. I do not deny that my surprise equals my pleasure at finding you with your adopted mother and that, after what happened between us yesterday, after what you said and what I was able to guess, I hardly expected to see you here so soon. I should be the first to delight at your return, if you were not so bent on preserving a secrecy that may be fatal to you⁠ ⁠… and I have been your friend too long not to be alarmed, with <abbr>Mme.</abbr> Valérius, at a disastrous adventure which will remain dangerous so long as we have not unraveled its threads and of which you will certainly end by being the victim, Christine.”</p>
+			<p>“On the contrary, mademoiselle,” said the young man, in a voice which he tried to make firm and brave, but which still trembled, “anything that concerns you interests me to an extent which perhaps you will one day understand. I do not deny that my surprise equals my pleasure at finding you with your adopted mother and that, after what happened between us yesterday, after what you said and what I was able to guess, I hardly expected to see you here so soon. I should be the first to delight at your return, if you were not so bent on preserving a secrecy that may be fatal to you⁠ ⁠… and I have been your friend too long not to be alarmed, with <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Valérius, at a disastrous adventure which will remain dangerous so long as we have not unraveled its threads and of which you will certainly end by being the victim, Christine.”</p>
 			<p>At these words, Mamma Valérius tossed about in her bed.</p>
 			<p>“What does this mean?” she cried. “Is Christine in danger?”</p>
 			<p>“Yes, madame,” said Raoul courageously, notwithstanding the signs which Christine made to him.</p>

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 			<p>“Read that!”</p>
 			<p>The viscount read:</p>
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-				<p>The latest news in the Faubourg is that there is a promise of marriage between <abbr>Mlle.</abbr> Christine Daaé, the opera-singer, and <abbr>M.</abbr> le Vicomte Raoul de Chagny. If the gossips are to be credited, Count Philippe has sworn that, for the first time on record, the Chagnys shall not keep their promise. But, as love is all-powerful, at the Opera as⁠—and even more than⁠—elsewhere, we wonder how Count Philippe intends to prevent the viscount, his brother, from leading the new Margarita to the altar. The two brothers are said to adore each other; but the count is curiously mistaken if he imagines that brotherly love will triumph over love pure and simple.</p>
+				<p>The latest news in the Faubourg is that there is a promise of marriage between <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mlle.</abbr> Christine Daaé, the opera-singer, and <abbr>M.</abbr> le Vicomte Raoul de Chagny. If the gossips are to be credited, Count Philippe has sworn that, for the first time on record, the Chagnys shall not keep their promise. But, as love is all-powerful, at the Opera as⁠—and even more than⁠—elsewhere, we wonder how Count Philippe intends to prevent the viscount, his brother, from leading the new Margarita to the altar. The two brothers are said to adore each other; but the count is curiously mistaken if he imagines that brotherly love will triumph over love pure and simple.</p>
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 			<p>“You see, Raoul,” said the count, “you are making us ridiculous! That little girl has turned your head with her ghost-stories.”</p>
 			<p>The viscount had evidently repeated Christine’s narrative to his brother, during the night. All that he now said was:</p>

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 			<p>“Did you shout that to them?” asked Mercier, impatiently.</p>
 			<p>“I’ll go back again,” said Rémy, and disappeared at a run.</p>
 			<p>Thereupon the stage-manager arrived.</p>
-			<p>“Well, <abbr>M.</abbr> Mercier, are you coming? What are you two doing here? You’re wanted, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Acting-Manager.”</p>
+			<p>“Well, <abbr>M.</abbr> Mercier, are you coming? What are you two doing here? You’re wanted, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Acting-Manager.”</p>
 			<p>“I refuse to know or to do anything before the commissary arrives,” declared Mercier. “I have sent for Mifroid. We shall see when he comes!”</p>
 			<p>“And I tell you that you ought to go down to the organ at once.”</p>
 			<p>“Not before the commissary comes.”</p>