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Arrived in the plantation she sat down with her back against a tree trunk. ”
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. "I can," replied Trenchard. ”
She assented gently. Where her
husband saw only two youngsters in the mating mood, she felt that tragedy in
some phase lurked in this room—if only in the loneliness of these two, without
kith or kin apparently, thousands of miles from home. ”
She shook her head gently. I have
done n-nothing. Listen to me, Winifred. Giles's round-house. She
descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. "It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of
bloodshed.
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