‘Oh, the Frenchie. "Enschede!" he called. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. “Why not? Isn’t the whole thing a lie? Isn’t her reputation, this husband of hers, the ‘Alcide’ business, isn’t it all a cursed juggle? She hasn’t the right to do it. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Lucy snatched it up and put it in her pack. He seemed to be. Her heart in her mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression that Gosse had heard it too.
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