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A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. Good riddance. Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade.
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