Sir Rowland waved his hand, and the attendant withdrew. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. 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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