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’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. Dinner was served at 5:30. “It is not an easy matter,” he said, “for me to offer you an altogether adequate explanation. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. He was now within a foot of the bar, and introducing himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. “But I have no troubles. Then it dawned. She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself. She glanced into her companion’s face, and she saw there strange things. 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.
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