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The Iron Bar
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XVIII. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea
breakfast gets my goat. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting
under the dim lights. Placing a piece of money in Morgan's hands, he
hurried out of the churchyard. 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. She watched for five
minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest,
past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign.
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