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” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. She walked with an easy quickness down the Avenue and through the proletarian portion of Morningside Park, and crossing these fields came into a pretty overhung lane that led toward Caddington and the Downs. Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen. There was no rush. I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name. The man’s as obstinate as a mule. This was the worst summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out. Lucy looked at the stains on the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed to her core.
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