The young man was pouring out his love to the girl in accents of passion. Did he know, asked the girl, that she had poisoned his mother? He did not. But he remembered, of course, that she had shot his father dead in that same room not six months before. Did that alter his feelings? It did not. At scene's end, the happy couple sprawled in warm embrace while the young lady mused: "Is this the same divan where your father bled to death?"
The girl, by all odds the most fatal femme fatale in all opera, is the heroine of Alban...
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