" He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. ” 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. "What is this?" she wanted to know. He envied her a little. " "En-shad-ay.
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