Lucy stood in front of the piano. Or appeared to do so. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. That's a queer yarn. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. She was beautiful once, Lucia. It isn’t law, nor custom, nor masculine violence settled that. He was amused. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly.
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