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“You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. ” She shrugged her shoulders. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. That won’t involve references, as a bank account would—and all that sort of thing. "Si—lence!" vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the last syllable. "You shall have the sum you require, but——" "But what, Madam!" "Do not misunderstand me," she proceeded. 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.
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