The policeman raised his voice, slightly agitated. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. They say it hasn't been opened for eight years—but I won't be eight years in getting out of it. Anna jumped into a waiting hansom. I wonder.
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