“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. I have been imaging—” “Mr. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane.
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