A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. Look at me, and answer me one question. ‘Will you let be?’ Instead she grasped his hand tighter. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. Try your luck with Jarvis Remenham—if you will. Altogether different. .
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