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Would not refuse, if your eyes asked him now,
To open the doors of hell.”

Tristram, and I shall not go o“They are all open,
Tristram, and I shall not go out of them—
Or I shall not go out as I came in.
They are the doors of heaven while you are here,
And shall be so when you are gone from here;
For I shall keep you here. Mark, I suppose,
Knew that. Mark has been good to me today—
So good that I might almost think him sorry
That he is Mark, and must be always Mark.
May we be sorry to be ourselves, I wonder?
I am not so, Tristram. You are not so.
Is there much then to sigh for?”

For that,” he said, and kissed her t“I am not sighing
For that,” he said, and kissed her thin white fingers.
“My love will tell you, if you need be told
At all, why sorrow comes with me . . . Isolt!
Isolt!”

TristramShe smiled. “I am not afraid to die,
Tristram, if you are trying to think of that—

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