Remember that. 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. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. CHAPTER XII.
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