It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. ” 243 She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them. Cahill gave me a hall pass. 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.
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