Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. “How did you hear that?” Lucy’s brows knitted. She could not help thinking of Capes. 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. " She sent a covert glance toward the young man.
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