You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always
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...
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.
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.