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“I’ll go. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. ’ ‘I’m that sorry, miss,’ Kimble said glumly. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. When she spoke, her lips twitched. “Must be hard to find a decent violin teacher these days. Lucy did not move, but instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed to be.
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