’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the auditorium were resuming. He held in his hands many threads. Oui, dans la note. “Well,” said Capes, at length, “we’ve to go down, Ann Veronica. " "You astonish me," said the stranger, in a voice full of emotion. ” “And for me,” Anna echoed. ‘And we shall see which of us is more quick.
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