Billy Weaver had travelled down from London on the slow afternoon train, with a change at Swindon on the way, and by the time he got to Bath it was about nine o’clock in the evening and the moon was coming up out of a clear starry sky over the houses opposite the station entrance. But the air was deadly cold and the wind was like a flat blade of ice on his cheeks. “Excuse me,” he said, “but is there a fairly cheap hotel not too far away from here?” “Try The Bell and Dragon,” the porter answered, pointing down the road...

"Let"s pretend I"m a cat, shall we? " Each new step is softer and more careful, just with your fingers. I found a place on the stairs that the squeaking tree hasn't even noticed. The old stairs were overtaken. The teacher went to the library without waking the cat. It was very flattering to think that, at least. The morning broke into the house a few hours ago and tried to remain silent. A shy light hit Lara`s nose and recognized her as an accomplice and a person with the same opinion...