“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. Who is the other?” “What other?” Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. Much too young for you. Before I met you I never met any one whom I felt I could love, but you have discovered depths in my own nature I had scarcely suspected.
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