I had no idea you were not the happiest girl. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. 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. Two hours had come and gone during this tantalizing occupation. Here was the corner-stone of a capital story; but he knew that Howard Spurlock would never write it.
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