All the village was assembled in the churchyard. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. “Reuben, come here. Ten thousand islands, and each one good for a night's rest. She forced herself not to think of John. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose.
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