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 want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. Finally, at the exit into Regent’s Park, they ran against Miss Klegg. ” “And you?” “Rather!” “I wonder why?” “There’s no why. Felix.
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