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Shedding
our
blood
like
wine
;
--
Sin
's
sweetness
is
too
sweet
,
and
if
the
shame
Of
love
must
be
our
curse
,
we
hurl
the
blame
Back
on
the
gods
who
gave
us
love
with
breath
And
tortured
us
from
passion
into
death
!
This
strange
song
,
sung
in
the
most
glorious
of
baritones
,
full
and
rich
,
and
vibrating
with
power
and
sweetness
,
had
a
visibly
thrilling
effect
upon
us
all
.
Again
we
were
struck
dumb
with
surprise
and
something
like
fear
--
and
again
Diana
Chesney
broke
the
silence
.
"
You
call
that
simple
!
"
she
said
,
half
petulantly
.
"
Quite
so
.
Love
and
Death
are
the
simplest
things
in
the
world
"
--
replied
Lucio
.
--
"
The
ballad
is
a
mere
trifle
--
it
is
entitled
'
The
Last
Love-Song
'
and
is
supposed
to
be
the
utterance
of
a
lover
about
to
kill
his
mistress
and
himself
Such
events
happen
every
day
--
you
know
that
by
the
newspapers
--
they
are
perfectly
common-place
--
--
"
He
was
interrupted
by
a
sharp
clear
voice
ringing
imperatively
across
the
room
--
