“We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost.”
“To leave a whisper of myself in the world, my ghost, a magna opera of words.”
“A ghost who, on the same evening, carries off an opera-singer and steals twenty-thousand francs is a ghost who must have his hands very full!”
“At the opera, the music makes no sense; here in the street it has just the right demented touch to give it poignancy.”
“Don't touch me, you fat ghost!”
“They crested a rise, and there it was, in the hollow between rolling hills—a low, square building, ghostly gray in the moonlight."Is that it?" asked Hamilton."It probably isn't the local opera house," groaned Ian.”