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XVII. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. "Oh! never mind him: he'll take no harm! Come with me into the parlour. This also struck her as odd. Spurling
attended him as his nurse, and, under her care, he speedily revived. 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. “I don’t want you to do it, to go on talking to me. I think you’re
wrong. Know that I love you, that I will always
love you. . Water soaked her through in five minutes.
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