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It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. Her voice was weak and flat. It’s a mismatch. Yet you make our Bohemianism seem like a vulgar thing. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. ” “Really,” she said, with a hard little laugh, “you must regard me as a very goodnatured person. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose.
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