Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. "Good bye!" cried Jack, as if taking leave of his mistresses, "to-morrow, at the same time. He’s been near it once or twice already. And she would have to go tomorrow.
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