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. “You really couldn’t ride in it,” he said, deprecatingly. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. ‘That’s my pet name. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. And go quickly that I may finish to search. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully.
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