” His voice rose and fell amidst the music and the singing of Tristan and King Mark, like a voice heard in a badly connected telephone. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. You’d think he wanted to meet the wretch again. It was wonderful. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy. “I’ve gotta go. But he was always forcing her to say and do such unexpectedly conclusive things. Morningside Park was a suburb that had not altogether, as people say, come off.
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