” The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. " "Your hesitation is not in your favour," observed Trenchard, sternly. I want to know who sent you those. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate.
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