“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. ” “They were my posters,” Annabel said. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. Spurlock's vision was oddly of the past.
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