When her shock and the headache subsided, and she remembered that she had been reading the letter when Gosse had accosted her, she looked for it in vain. CHAPTER I. "I hear you plotting with your wicked associates," cried Mrs. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. ” “You do not understand me at all,” she declared. Yet he stays. In fact he was thinking of other things. She seemed to grow more beautiful to him and not the opposite. She made no answer, and for a time he debated some problems with himself.
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