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She was wholly unable to conceal her
knowledge of his presence. She
did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours
she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of
unconditional admission of defeat. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. \"Those look heavy. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of
him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see
me again. 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 will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall
become my wife!’”
He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep
feeling. Come back with me to-night. He
propped himself up on one arm, kissing her passionately. \" She tended to watch television very
infrequently. "Holloa—what's that?" cried Austin, starting up. "
CHAPTER XXV.
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