Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. After all, life had still its pulsations. The decision had been sound. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters. ” “I can’t imagine what makes you fly out against everything like this,” said Miss Stanley to her niece. ‘It is the life I know. ” 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.
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