. ’ ‘But, Hilary—’ ‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the day. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose.
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