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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. The word "criticism" had no concrete meaning to her then; no more than "compromise. ‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw.
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