” 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 matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. It’s odd how little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels. ” “Anything except that,” he murmured. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. But, hang it, I know it's good!" "Of course it is!" In the afternoon he began work on another tale. Well, what about it?" "I accept. ” “Do you think so? I find my interest in that sort of thing decline and decline. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames.
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