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. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress. ’ ‘It is well seen you are not Gérard,’ Melusine said, but thankful now that he was not. He was indeed still in the throes of his bewilderment. You know not in what dark places my life has been cast; with what crimes it has been stained.
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