” “Madman!” “Blithering ass!” The girl looked into the two indignant faces and held out both her hands. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. The work of plunder over, that of destruction commenced.
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