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Where Shall I Go?
There are two kinds of people in the world—those who like to talk during breakfast, and those for whom breakfast is a sacred hour of silence, most properly used to compose oneself to meet the day at hand.
Who Will Have Pity on Me?
Neville wished that, just once, his grandmother would leave the vulture-trimmed hat at home when they went to St Mungo’s.
a bump in the road
Four days into their journey they were hot, footsore, plagued by gnats and mosquitos—and Neville was having the time of his life.
weep, weep, o walsingham
Neville stumbled into Houghton St Giles a day later than he’d planned and tired to the bone.
secundum magnam misericordiam tuam
The sun was already set by the time that Neville and his Gran returned to St. Mungo’s later that day.
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