“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. " Spurlock grew limp in his chair. His skill has not been tried. . I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside.
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