" "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. ” Chapter XIV “THIS IS MY WIFE” Anna, notwithstanding her momentary fright in the middle of the day, was in high spirits. By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil.
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