She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. "Let the gentleman take his own course," said Jonathan, mildly. The curtain rose out of the concluding bars of the overture and revealed Isolde on the prow of the barbaric ship. And it is not at all his affair.
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