"It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. I will shed no more blood. That’s my advice to you. Or, after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards— but one crosses it sometimes. Gerald caught the look and slipped the weapon into his pocket. She met his eyes for a moment, and could not interpret their expression. 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. He moved her dress from her shoulders and off her torso. The feeling of last days grew stronger with her as their number diminished.
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