November in London was always grey and dingy, but this day seemed to be greyer and dingier than the rest of the month had been up until now. Eustace was unutterably grateful he did not have to leave the flat until much later; he had no interest in ending up soaked and frozen, at least not until he was on his way to a pub where he could unfreeze ( Read more... )

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( in which eustace and jill are reunited, and there is crying, and a bit of mothering. )

Eustace had woken up feeling dirty. Not just unshowered (though he was that; how he'd managed to go to sleep the night before without a proper bath was beyond him) but gritty, like he could feel the weeks' worth of sand and salt ground into his skin. He couldn't believe he'd been living outside for so long. It was horrifying, and he knew he must ( Read more... )

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