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A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores. “Lucy, you.
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