The curtains closed on Chicago's Civic Opera House stage, and the scene's two principal singers stepped out to acknowledge the applause. First came Baritone Robert Weede, looking vaguely troubled, although he had sung well. Then, her hand in his, appeared Soprano Maria Meneghini Callas. She seemed overcome with gratitude as she curtsied, threw Weede a sidelong glance out of her dark almond eyes, blew a shy kiss to the audience, and grinned a triumphant little grin at the second balcony. Suddenly, Baritone Weede snatched his hand from hers and dashed for the wings,...
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