All that she had ever loved were gone, except Sebastian. Spurlock felt very well pleased with himself. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. Spurlock began to munch his water-chestnuts. “I can’t imagine what has come over you,” said her aunt. She turned off the light and approached the window.
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