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To be sure, one can't stand eternally in a gateway. Finally the knight deserted his post and vanished into a sausage shop. The hour had come when even the most glowing passion of revenge fades gently into a passion for supper.
Niebeldingk who had waited behind his curtain, half-amused, half-bored -- for in the silent, distinguished street where everyone knew him a scandal was to be avoided at any cost -- Niebeldingk hastened to make up for his neglect at once.