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. “Here goes,” he said. Dear me! if there isn't his knock. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn't mind. If only we are not divided. I thought it better not to send him away till I'd mentioned the circumstance to you.
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