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” The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. One could enter and leave by proa, but nothing with a keel could cross the coral gate. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat.
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