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The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. “Yes, I remember you now. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. "Poor Mrs. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. His conscience, however, was entirely another affair.
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