” She took his hand and smiled upon him. ‘God loves you, even if your father didn’t. 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. He felt her observance and warmed to it. The evil in his eyes towards her was explosive. ‘Pray you, mademoiselle, can you not—’ ‘No use trying to enlist Lucilla’s aid,’ snapped Roding. "Back!" cried Jack fiercely: "lay a finger on her, and I will fell you to the ground.
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