” 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 must have been so, Melusine, or I wouldn’t have kissed you. ’ Joan sniffed. ‘She hasn’t said so, but I presume Valade had got hold of all the useful papers,’ Gerald went on.
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