‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. A common rage flushed their faces. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. “I am off to-night,” he said.
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