“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. “You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go. ” His voice rose and fell amidst the music and the singing of Tristan and King Mark, like a voice heard in a badly connected telephone. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. She could not help devouring him a little with her eyes across the Burger King booth, handsome shoulders visibly solid underneath his ridiculous polo shirt, his eyes all sweetness and light. "Fold it … under the pillow.
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