”
He dropped his eye-glass with a clatter. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the
fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big
portal. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a
chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an
hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. These
were presently joined by a regiment of foot. I have
suffered—I have sinned—I have repented. 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. ’
Gerald laughed and clapped him on the back. They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain:
“A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear;
A man scores always, everywhere. “I go to private school right now. “I meant to say good-bye to you to-night. "
"He shall go through the whole course," replied Blueskin, with a ferocious grin,
"unless he comes down to the last grig.
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