" "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. 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. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. But, say we're friends.
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