With astonishment,
Gerald saw a rheumy film rimming his old commander’s eyes. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own
sangfroid. I don’t want to stop your singing. Placing chairs, therefore, he invited the ladies to
be seated, and, paying a similar attention to Jack, began to help to the various
dishes, and otherwise fulfil the duties of a host. All these experiences have taught me a
great deal about life and realities. ”
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. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. You know you do, Annabel.
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