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At last the panel swung back into the library. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. The music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores and shaded lights. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. She had the dowry she needed for the lawyers were working to give her Remenham House. This is where my character, Lucia, is coming from. .
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