Gerald’s temper flared. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. “I do not know what you mean,” he said, “but if you are referring to any little coolness since our marriage let us never speak of it again. They leave them out of novels—these incompatibilities. 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. Seeing from the threatening looks of his captors, that they were about to wreak their vengeance upon him, the miserable wretch besought mercy in abject terms, and charged his master with the most atrocious crimes. And yet—you millionaires should really, I think, cultivate the art of discrimination.
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