The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. Now if you are ready to go with me, I too am ready. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. ” “Wait? For what?” She replied. “You see, I will take your arm.
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