“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. ’ A thought caught in her mind and she turned quickly to her old nurse.
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