[ Grantaire wakes to the bells but does not bother to open his eyes. It is much too bright and much too cold, so he places his book over his face and tries to fall back asleep in the midst of a field. He has a terrible headache, and cannot care about where he has passed out. ]
Quiet down, would you? [ He grumbles it every so often, to tweeting birds or someone walking a little too loudly. ]
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Quiet down, would you? [ He grumbles it every so often, to tweeting birds or someone walking a little too loudly. ]