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That dark city in the middle of the constant drizzle, which covered the entire territory, seeing the sinister atmosphere of dense fog, in which everyone was involved in their end of year celebrations. On a large table in the middle of a nefarious environment, a baleful house, which was a large place in the middle of a supernatural city. That young woman, who was sitting around a table, already set, where she stopped biting her pen and returned our greeting, half shy, half irritated, with her tutors' colleagues. — Then I'll be done for today, at least for a while. – Meanwhile, Mrs. Aslaug said with a sweet smile, even if deceptive, even though my work will never be completed. - So where were you, Nadjha? - In which she presents her compliments to Mr. Swallow and asks... - So, where is Nadjha? – He questioned her. - That would be what she asks for. – So, Mrs. Aslaug was asking, in which she was reporting some data, in which she was dictating. When leaving there, I asked permission to inform him, regarding his letter in which he inquired about the Dark Dimensional Portals project. - No, Galateia! No, not at all! Galateia, even though he wanted to change, in which he had given himself that name) was the unfortunate child who had been cast down as a slave, in which he now interrupted correspondence. He was performing with a strip of tape on his forehead and showing his injured knees, which Yrsa and I didn't know what else to grieve. They were there, the bruises, the filth. Mrs. Aslaug added with just the serene composure with which she said everything: - Now, I want you to get out of here, with your naughty thing! With that, she once again fixed her beautiful eyes on the Dark Dimensional Portals. However, while she immediately continued her dictation, and as, doing what I did, I did not interrupt her, I silently ventured to stop poor Sasha, as he was leaving, and took him in my arms to rock him. In which he seemed quite surprised by this and by the kiss that Yrsa gave him. But soon he fell asleep in my arms, sobbing at increasingly longer intervals, until he was completely peaceful. While I was there with her so busy, coming with Galatea 's help , that I couldn't hear the details of the letter, even though I could think about it, even though I gained such an impression from it of the momentous importance of several dimensional portals of darkness and of the transcendent significance of all other places and things, that I felt completely ashamed that I had thought so little about it. - Honey, is it already 5 o'clock in the afternoon? – The woman exclaimed, when she asked Mrs. Aslaug the question . - Now, it is nominally our dinner time (as we had dinner at all hours, and it was at five in the afternoon, when Nadjha , showed Miss Saga and Miss Solveig to their rooms. Thinking that maybe they want to make some changes. - I hope you will forgive me for being so busy. - Well, to God... - Oh! this boy, son of the devil. - Now, I ask you to put him down, Miss Solveig! – The woman said. I asked permission to keep him with me, saying honestly that he didn't bother me in any way, and I carried him high above, laying him on my bed. Yrsa and I had two bedrooms upstairs, with a connecting door between them. They were completely unfurnished and in the middle of it. With this disorder, my window curtain was held up by a peg. — You'd like some hot water, wouldn't you? — asked Miss Aslaug , looking around, looking for a jug with a handle, but to no avail. - Only if it's not inconvenient. – The women said in unison. - Know. – The other said. —Oh ! It's not a nuisance - replied Miss Aslaug - the question is whether there is any. That night, like every other night, was so cold that even the rooms stank so much of mold that, due to the fact that the windows were not opened, which I must confess, I felt a little sick and Yrsa was almost crying. , even if for brief moments, however, this was fleeting, with old ideas of suffering. Even though we were busy , everyone was happily laughing uncontrollably as they unpacked their parcels when Miss Aslaug came back to say she was sorry there was no hot water as they couldn't find the kettle and the boiler didn't work. We told him not to worry and we quickly did everything we had to do as a group to be able to return to the fire again, even though all the little children had gone up to the outer landing in order to contemplate a phenomenon. In which Galateia slept in the other girl's bed, in which our attention was distracted by the constant appearance of noses and fingers, in dangerous situations between the door hinges, and it was impossible to close the doors of any of the rooms, because my lock , without a doorknob, couldn't turn around, because of all the other girls at that boarding school. Even so, as long as Yrsa 's shaft was rotating at will and with the greatest smoothness, this was of no use, so, consequently, I proposed to the children that they come in and sit quietly at my table, and I would tell them the story of little Red Hood, while I was getting dressed, what they did, remaining as quiet as mice, that's how it was even for Sasha, who woke up just before the wolf appeared. As we went down, we found a mug, with the words 'Gift from Tunbridge Wells," lit in the stairwell window, it was with a swinging wick, in which was a girl, with a swollen face that was well bandaged and tied with a ribbon. flannel, blowing the fire from the drawing-room, in which it is now placed in communication, through an open door, with Mrs. Aslaug 's room . It was so that, choking terribly, that was the summary, so much smoke was released that we all sat coughing and crying, with the windows open for half an hour, and during that time Mrs. Aslaug, with the same meekness of nature dictated letters regarding each of the dimensional portals of darkness. Although I must say that it was a great relief for me that she was so busy, as Trygve told us that he had washed his hands in a dish of pastries and that the kettle was found right on the table in his room, making Yrsa laugh. so much so that they made me laugh too, in an even more grotesque way. Just after seven o'clock, we went down to dinner, doing so with great care, on Mrs. Aslaug 's advice, as the spiral staircases walkway, in addition to being quite devoid of handles. It was so torn, even though the holes formed real traps, so there was no solution, when we were forced to take another measure, we had a beautiful cod for dinner, a piece of steak. It was with a plate of chops and a pudding, even though it was not much, it was an excellent dinner, if you could say it was cooked, but in fact it was almost raw, and that girl with the flannel sash served and left everything on the table.. Even if it was anywhere, and I didn't remove anything from there, except when I took everything back to the kitchen, which most people didn't agree with, let alone that person I saw in clogs, who I assumed was the cook, it was strange anyway, when at that time, when I often came in, I always saw her in a bad mood, whenever she argued with the other at the door, seeming to not be on good terms with each other. During the entire dinner, even though it was long, and it was known, it was the consequence of some accidents, which were followed, such as the dish of potatoes being mistakenly taken to the coal bucket and the cable of the corkscrew having jumped. Then, another girl's chin was injured, anything there was a reason for discussion anyway, the women in the kitchen, it seemed that when they were there cooking, they just argued, when they left there the friendship returned, accidents happened, among others. countless events. The conclusion was that they hated their work, they didn't want to be there, but due to necessity, they did it for their salary, but they didn't want to, since when they were elsewhere at that boarding school, they didn't argue, neither among themselves nor with no one else. As far as she knew, Mrs. Aslaug retained the same uniformity of genius when she told us, including me, many interesting things about Hingabe. an das Schatten chaos and dos naturals and received so many letters that Trygve, who was sitting next to him, saw four envelopes at the same time in the sauce, they were dirty and disgusting, due to having passed through the kitchen. Since some of the letters were minutes of committees of ladies, or resolutions of meetings of ladies, I mean, masters and priestesses of the councils, in which she read to us, in which the others were requests from people who were extremely enthusiastic, when they were following in several different ways, it was with the cultivation of coffee and with the natives, who followed that region. It was located just on the other side of a dark and foggy farm, where they came with the others to ask for answers, which she did by ordering her daughter to get up from the table three or four times to write them down. She was full of business and undoubtedly, as she told us, devoted to her cause. I was a little curious to know who was a quiet, bald man, with glasses, who buried himself in an empty chair (there was no back or bottom, even if so, let's say, after the fish was taken, and seemed to submit passively to Hingabe an das Schatten chaos , despite not showing any active interest in that colony, nor saying a single word. Even though she could have been taken as one of the natives, were it not for her physiognomy. It was only when we left the table and he was alone with Trygve, that the idea entered my head that he was possibly Mr. Aslaug , which she was.