‘I know just what he was doing. In his desire to be emphatic and to avenge himself for his over-night distresses, he speedily became brutal, more brutal than she had ever known him before. And a broken picture that was torn when I hit him with it. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. She stared. Her faith in human beings revived. He gave glimpses of possibilities. Blueskin is booked. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart.
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