’ There was a chuckle in his voice. And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. The curtain rose out of the concluding bars of the overture and revealed Isolde on the prow of the barbaric ship. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac.
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