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Then he could hear Hilary breathing beside him, and from outside the muted twittering of birds. It is no good arguing about a thing like that. ” 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.
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