“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. A town called Foster. ” “Gwen said she was happy. But, after all, it will be different. "You are my prisoner. "To those who, like me, have never been able to get out of the dark and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed a refuge, and the sooner they reach it the better.
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