"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. We are very poor, but manage to squeeze a little happiness out of each day. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. ’ The sharp eyes twinkled. “No, those are my brother’s dog tags. Vee’s all right. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. She would have to leave very soon. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose.
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