The shock and distress were genuine. ! He’ll come a cropper one of these days, if you ask me. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. "Untie his arms, and take off that handkerchief. “Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality in her tone.
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