He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He — Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
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He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.

— Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
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