The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is
killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. "Thank you," she said, and left the office. Sebastian taught Lucy how to read and write in all the
languages, two skills that she would find indispensable for
dealing with the boredom over the centuries. “You were seen to leave the flat, and your
handkerchief was found there. You are going to accept a post as chorus girl, or super, or
something of that sort. She was young and
bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long,
straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her
shoulders. All we do
is for your good. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking
the back rooms.
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