” 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. But, let's see the prisoner. Even your family. Presently he became filled with astonishment over the singular fact that Ruth was eluding him in fancy as well as in reality. It was a refusal of expediency, he said, and not an absolute refusal. He was a little impressed by Ann Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett. 144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. ” She picked at her sandwich idly.
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