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The evenings were dulcet and soft. 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. He was in love with her! She tried to grasp all the welter of values in the situation simultaneously, and draw some conclusion from their disorder. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. She pulled her hand away quickly. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains. That is not reasonable.

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