” She finished her breakfast and strolled out across the garden with the letters still in her hand. She rode him gently. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. Suddenly he stopped short. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. ‘I have not asked for this trouble from anyone.
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