I couldn't live without it.

It fills my life." His expression softened.

He reached out his arm again and drew her back to his side, but this time with a strange, unwonted tenderness.
"I suppose it does," he conceded.

"But some day, darling, after we're married, I hope there'll be something--someone--else to fill your life.
And when that time comes,--why, the music will take second place." Nan flushed scarlet and wriggled irritably in his embrace.
"Oh, Roger, do try to understand! As if.

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