“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. ’ ‘Sit down, Hilary,’ ordered Lucilla, and to Gerald’s amusement, her betrothed did so, perching on the desk close by and staring fixedly at the major. “Most of it is ugly and frowsy,” she declared, “but it isn’t worth talking about.
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