He-gavea short, embarrassed laugh (which was odd enough in itself Drawlightwas not easily embarrassed). They'll do! he muttered. sills, where they had lain for several years nowbecoming first old apples, then swollen corpses of apples and finally mereghosts of apples. To Strange's great discomfort, he found he sounded exactly likeMr Norrell.
that there was magic going on. Goodbye, Mr Norrell, said Childermass, bowing. As long as Mr Strange stood before him, tall, smiling and assured,Mr Segundus had every confidence that Strange's ge He did not look best pleased to beaddressed by a dull, stout, middle-aged Englishman.
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