"There's no outlet that way. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald grinned. . I’ve made no one happy. Only the major won’t have it, and we’ve to bide by what the major says. 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. Or else he was indeed obsessed.
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