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“Are you going to the Vorsack’s for dinner tonight?” “Yes, I think I’ll stop by. She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. Her education was remarkable in that it was overdeveloped here and underdeveloped there: the woman of thirty and the child of ten were always getting in each other's way. Wood rushed instantly to meet them. ‘Dare I suppose that to be of her making?’ Gerald flushed. This I have sworn to do—this I will do. I kept them on myself till the sight of your empty chair and the chill loneliness of it all nearly sent me mad. She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the auditorium were resuming.
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