‘Who has begun this but you?’ Gerald barely heard her. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. Oh, yes; of Ruth herself he knew much; but the more he mulled over what he knew, the deeper grew his chagrin.
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