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The close of the performance left them both curiously tongue-tied. They waited until the theatre was half empty before they left their seats. Then they joined the little throng of stragglers at the end.
"Your play! " she murmured, as they faced the soft night air. "I can't believe it, even now. We've seen it together -- your play -- and this is New York! That's a new ending, isn't it?"