‘Me, I have a name. ‘But only think, Hilary,’ Lucy protested, evidently too involved in her theory to waste time in scolding. Of course I tripped right when I went to school at seven in the morning, so I sat in the Nurse’s office for six hours until my Dad got off work! It hurt, too, and they aren’t allowed to give children painkillers. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge.
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