It happenedat about the middle of the day. This is England, silly girl! declared Lascelles. there was something very queerabout the rain: the clouds, they said, had come from the north, whereasthe wind was blowing from the east. Hebroke off every now and then to look things up in two or three other volumesthat lay on the table; to mutter excitedly to himself; and to dash down a noteor two in an ink-splashed little book.
Oh, you heard about that, did you? Strange gave a slightly self-consciouslaugh. Now I believe we are closer to that good understandingwhich you require for friendship. His features were regular and, truth to tell, he would havebeen quite handsome had it not been for his rather unfortunate manner. ' A few minutes later Mr Norrellthought he heard a pie-seller in the square and begged Mr Strange to go to the window and lookout, but once again Mr Strange refused.
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