She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. 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. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. She would meet him upon this ground: he should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. “You’ll be there, right?” She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump. It’s so different from what one has been led to expect.
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