E. 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. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension.
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