He's down in Patagonia somewhere. Aren’t I asking—asking plainly now?. ” Lady Ferringhall was conscious of some relief. He’ll survive. ” “But—” “He left her alone. The months that followed September spiraled downward. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. You cannot draw. His technique had gained much subtlety over the years. ” The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. She did not know herself. He did it, he said, “to distract his mind. When she finally did take her own lover, it was not with a member of the household staff. What you would look upon as immorality is here merely an established custom, three thousand years older than Christianity, accepted with no more ado than that which would accompany you should you become a clerk in a shop.
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