All that was needed to complete the simile was that the girl should burst into song. The terror faded from her eyes. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. 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 will please to tell this—this idiot to release me. ‘That,’ he said stonily, ‘is yet another point over which we fell out.
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