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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. ‘I don’t think he deserved that, Melusine. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. Lucy stood in front of the piano. They struck her as cold and indifferent. Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?” “I certainly am,” she admitted. I know nothing of that young lady.
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