“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. “I wish he had,” she said. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead, horribly gored. The chair was torture.
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