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. “Hello, John. . Lord help him! he's the very image of his father. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine.
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