“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. I know nothing of that young lady. She thought of how tired she was, how exhausted, how hungry. ‘If he needed sanctuary, it raises grave doubts about his activities. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Amidship there was also canvas, and like that over the wheel, drab and dirty. Wood rest till he brought the villains to justice. She had slapped him away with her free hand and the finger was released suddenly, sending her careening to the floor. And now you must go back, take up your work and think all this over.
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