Tell me the truth. The words from the letter were trapped in my head, trapped, it seemed, beh the sloping ceiling of my attic flat, like a bird that has got in down the ey. It was natural that the boy’s plea should have affected me; I who had never been told the truth, but left to discover it alone and i. Tell me the truth. Quite. But I resolved to put the words and the letter out of my head. It was nearly time. I moved swiftly. Ihroom I soaped my fad brushed my teeth. By three mio eight I was in my nightdress and slippers, waiting for the kettle to boil. Quickly, quickly. A mio eight. My hot-water bottle was ready, and I filled a glass with water from the tap. Time was of the essence. For at eight o’clock the world came to an end. It was reading time.
The hours betwee in the evening and one or two in the m have always been my magic hours. Against the blue dlewick bedspread the white pages of my open book, illuminated by a circle of lamplight, were th……（内容加载失败！）
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