“You doubted me?” She joked. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. ‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald. “Does Mr. Tears started to the young man's eyes on beholding the change, and it was with difficulty he could command himself sufficiently to make the inquiries he desired to do respecting the former owner of the house.
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