Suddenly an unexpected series of sounds began to be heard in this place up against the starry sky. They were the notes of Oak´s flute. It came from the direction of a small dark object under the hedge...
You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always
Don't take on about her, Gabriel. What difference does it make whose sweetheart she is, since she can't be yours?''That's the very thing I say to myself,' said Gabriel.
He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break.