“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. \" That again. You seemed to me to be slipping and slipping, and your face was white. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. She trembled; but she did not know why. And, to show you that I have no intention of flying, I will myself close and lock the door.
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