"I suppose I must have been senseless for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash in my head, and the ground covered with blood. Know that I love you, that I will always love you. 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. His first reaction had been explosive as the hurts of the past rose up to taunt him. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured.
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