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Tonight, I will be reading Night and Day by Virginia Woolf.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Chapter 1

It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class,

Catherine Hilberry was pouring out tea.

Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts left over the

little barrier of day, which interposed between Monday morning and this rather subdued moment,

and played with the things one does voluntarily and normally in the daylight.

But although she was silent, she was evidently mistress of a situation, which was familiar enough to her,

and inclined to let it take its way for the six hundredth time, perhaps, without bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties.

A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilberry was so rich in the gifts which make tea parties

of elderly distinguished people successful, that she scarcely needed any help from her daughter,

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