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. Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. I want to but I cannot! Please accept that!” She yelled.
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