Will Speechless For Once, A Glass Of

Hugo Is A Raven,and, As Such He Knows Many Things. I, Meanwhile, Am Hodge Starkweathe, A Professor Of History, As Such, I Do Not Know Nearly Enough.

We Live And Breathe Words. .... It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them. Reading Your Words, What You Wrote, How You Were Lonely Sometimes And Afraid, But Always Brave; The Way You Saw The World, Its Colors And Textures And Sounds, I Felt-i Felt The Way You Thought, Hoped, Felt, Dreamt. I Felt I Was Dreaming And Thinking And Feeling With You. I Dreamed What You Dreamed, Wanted What You Wanted-and Then I Realized That Truly I Just Wanted You

Jessamine Recoiled From The Paper As If It Were A Snake. "a Lady Does Not Read The Newspaper. The Society Pages, Perhaps, Or The Theater News. Not This Filth." "but You Are Not A Lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte Began. "dear Me," Said Will. "such Harsh Truths So Early In The Morning Cannot Be Good For The Digestion.

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

I Did It Because I Love You!" He Half-shouted, And Then, As If Registering The Shocked Look Her Face, He Said In A More Subdued Voice, "i Love You, Tessa, And I Have Loved You, Almost Since The Moment I Met You.