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"At a quarter past two in the morning, the road was a ribbon of moonlight, just as it was in Mr. Noyes's poem 'The Highwayman.' In my long, dark winter churchgoing coat, I might have been the highwayman himself, except for the fact that I was riding a bicycle and wasn't planning to end up dead like a dog on the highway."
Flavia de Luce, Speaking From Among the Bones, page 150.
This girl is insane but in an absolutely lovely way... and I don't know how to get my nose away from the pages.
