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“I keep thinking of him. Drifting in the sea, a hundred yards off a French beach. Bumping into the legs of other drowned men. He would be so surprised to find himself there.”

“Cristabel loves her cast. She realizes that now. She loves them as the gods love mortals: benignly, and with forgiveness. They had been infuriating in rehearsals, utterly rage-inducing, but now, by some mysterious alchemy, they are perfect.”

“She has just turned twelve; there isn’t much she doesn’t know.”