” He dropped his eye-glass with a clatter. Manning would on no account do, though he was tall and dark and handsome and kind, and thirty-five and adequately prosperous, and all that a husband should be. At the bottom of her heart she was not a bit afraid of Ramage. 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. He smothered a laugh. ’ ‘But why?’ asked Melusine, astonished, and somewhat overwhelmed by the other girl’s volubility. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands. The thought allured him, and therein lay the danger.
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