He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles,
The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract
his mind. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable
French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the
kettle black!”
“Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those
without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live
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in such a house. "Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake. “You know what a fearful
old prig Ferringhall is, always goes about as though the whole world were
watching him? We tried to show him around Paris, but he wouldn’t have any of
it. Lucy auditioned
on a borrowed violin.
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