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. I felt I MUST do something anyhow, and up I came just as soon as I could to see you. You’re splendid stuff, you know, but you’ve got nothing ready to sell. "Oh! that I could live to see it," gasped Jonathan.
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