He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose.
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