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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. For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the
carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in
short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its
sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere
breathing of freshness. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and
inimitable swagger of Ramage. Here, it might be anything at all. "
"Sir Rowland is dead," replied Jonathan, gloomily. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. For four hours he had
shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. Wood rushed instantly to meet them.
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