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“Wow. "
"By my soul, no," replied Jonathan, with affected sincerity. "
"I do not doubt it," returned Jack; "none but those who have experienced it can
understand the miseries of imprisonment. That is easy. 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. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold
of a West African trader. Her heartbeat raced, her limbs turned to water,
and it was only by a miracle and the strength of the arms that held her that she
remained standing on her feet.
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