Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo. But before the Grieg concerto was done, she knew that she was free. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. "Saved!" "Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers?" "Who?" asked Wood. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. He seemed to have shrunken in his seat. “Rhea will return soon. We shall see.
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