A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. Manning?” said her aunt. 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. Wood,—"he'll never mend. He did not write this with lead but with his heart's blood.
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