He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making, all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. ’ The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. 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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