You will find proofs of the bloody deed in his
room. ‘She didn’t behave in the least like an émigré, if these people are anything to go
by. ‘Both of them so wise after the event. “About two years ago. 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. Do not mistake me. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. When you reach San Francisco, you can buy something more
appropriate. But he may remain with
you if he pleases: I sha'n't hinder him. If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. A sob was strangled in her throat.
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