原文 (英語)

CHAPTER XXXV THE FLIGHT OF THE WOUNDED               "And Mario can soothe with a tenor note                The souls in purgatory." "Non ti scordar di mi!" The voice rang out with passionate stealthy sweetness, finding its way into far recesses of human feeling. Women of perfect poise and with the confident look of luxury and social fame dropped their eyes abstractedly on the opera-glasses lying in their laps, or the programmes they mechanically fingered, and recalled, they