lu-u-ci-ia

Updated: May 2, 2025

The long restaurant was lit up, and from it came the sound of music guitars, and a voice singing. She recognized the throaty tenor of the blind man raised in a spurious and sickly rapture: "Sa-anta-a Lu-u-ci-ia! Santa Luci a!" It recalled her sharply to the night of the storm.

Robert Smythe Hichens - A Spirit in Prison