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Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. He frowned. “It’s nothing to what I WILL do. “Dear me!” he said. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. As concertmaster, it was Lucy’s duty to seat the orchestra as well as tune them.
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