She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. “Bring any new songs you may have. ‘Let me see if our minds are attuned. She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the auditorium were resuming. Lucy stared out to the busy streets beyond.
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