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 Life for life—you paid your debt— That was no great matter."

Through the Gate that Wamba built Still the voice pursuing Softly called, "We know it all, All that you are doing. Every stone you're treading now You have known aforetime, You have seen these grim red walls In the stress of wartime.

"You remember? Down this lane You would often swagger With your comrades of the mask, Cloak and sword and dagger. At that window high she stood, Some dear dead Dolores… You've forgotten—and so soon? —There are other stories…."