’ ‘Oh, is he?’ Gerald said grimly. 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. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. This amazing world she had set forth to discover! Yesterday at this time she had had no thought in her head about Canton. He noted an ebony cane laid close to hand, which suggested she was able to get about. It had been intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to injury.
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