o reassure Mr Murray, butalter a few moments he began to understand that it was not he whom theywere abusing, but Norrell. I presume he must be guilty of some magical crime or other? Oh, certainly! But I have not the least idea what. Sometimes at night she could still hear a mournful fiddleand a pipe playing fairy tunes, compelling her to dance - though it was thelast thing in the world that she wanted to do. The darkwood had gone.
She had seen him in the street below andknown that he was waiting for her and so she had run out of the house to meethim. Jeremy waited a moment and then, since his master appeared to haveforgotten all about him, he went away again. She turned to leave. It was twilight, three days before Christmas.
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