Its smooth surface soothed her nerves. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. Melusine feigned a displeased frown. " "Cannot?" echoed Jack, a slight smile crossing his features. Stanley,’ I said. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls.
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