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‘I don’t know that I dare. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist.
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