’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. Lucy stood in front of the piano. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. 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. But I don’t want to. It was a face that matched her body, so pure and beautiful that any man would have killed for her. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came toward her.
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