Sebastian lived at Christ Church, high in Meadow Buildings. He was alone when I came, peeling a plover’s egg from the large nest of moss in the centre of his table.
’I’ve just counted them,’ he said. ‘There were five each and two over so I’m having the two. I’m unaccountably hungry today. I put myself unreservedly in the hands of Dolbear and Goodall, and feel so drugged that I’ve begun to believe that the whole of yesterday was a dream. Please don’t wake me up.’
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