She continuedto gaze at Strange in the same odd way; it was as if she were looking at apicture of him, rather than the flesh-and-blood man. His friends hope that you will be kind enough to grant himan interview - and may I express a wish to be present when two suchpractitioners of the art meet? Mr Norrell lifted his eyes very slowly. Towards five o'clock they arrived at an inn in the village of S -nearGloucester. Of course she was there.
ing into ruins, as if some spirit in a whimsical mood had set it there tomock the other's slow decline. This time he thought it was a question. The horse shifted and fidgeted, butLascelles moved not at all. I am sure that not even hisgreatest friends would compare his talents to those of the estimable MrNorrell.
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