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. We can be friends again. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. “How dare you!” They were both astonished at the other’s strength. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. It was you, of course, whom he wanted. So am I. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. ‘Yes, miss. ” She stopped short.
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