” 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. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any word processing or hypertext form. Perhaps she was. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley. .
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