His most eager
inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she
had left for England, and that her address was—London. It makes me desire life beyond measure. To
buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song
girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know
keenly what had impelled the idea. She wanted air—and the distraction of having
moving and changing things about her. His grip twisted her wrist. 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. She knew the story only
imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. She touched it, and her gaze
lifted.
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