Sheppard wildly. Above her head was an aura of white fire. ‘There’s a surgeon on his way, and my men are under orders to do whatever is needful. “The rest,” she said, holding tightly to his hands, “is the most important of all. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome. ” 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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