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And yet—I love you. The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible. “Lighten up. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. An unexpected vacancy, wasn’t it? Every one comes in on unexpected vacancy. Upon this grateful animal she lavished that affection which was subtly repelled by its lawful object. 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. \" \"It's okay. “Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. No doubt— because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone.
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