“Cut her throat!” Sebastian snapped. “May I sit beside you?” “It’s a very difficult one,” said her aunt. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which she grasped the comic side of life. For a while he threatened her. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised.
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