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. Together they crept through the erstwhile drawing room and entered the massive flagged hall. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I might walk with you to your railway station. This is my last week at the ‘Unusual,’ you know.
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