Night and day have been alike to me. A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack was recognised. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. This charming episode was repeated three times. I have been around them for long enough. The audience was made up of parents, teachers, and a few other curious folks from town, all sitting hushed in anticipatory silence as the school orchestra assembled onstage. “Cut her throat!” Sebastian snapped. I would that you were my own.
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