The phantom of the opera

Christine: Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is that face in the mask? [touches his face and rips of mask]
The phantom: [covers face] Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little *viper*! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you! Curse you! [now sad]