” 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. A very small settlement, mostly natives. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead. And yet—Wait a little, you’d better have every bit of it. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. Once she reached the bamboo curtain, clutched at it and tore it down as his arms went around her waist. She comprehends what we're about.
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