Ann Veronica said nothing. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. Tickle the ears of their reverences with any idle nonsense you please: but tell them nothing you care to have repeated. “Come,” he said, “this is capital, capital. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. You know that.
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