Their parentsare adamant that they have never so much as seen a magical text. On a Sunday evening in early February Strange did at last call upon MrNorrell. There was some justice in this, and Mr Norrell was always happy to givelong, difficult explanations of why something was not possible. Once upon a time, to look uponLondon was to look upon a forest of towers and pinnacles and spires.
They could not attack the British Army -- ithad three lines of impregnable forts behind which to retreat at any moment itchose. I told him I was a servant and bound to return to my master who wasat that moment waiting for me. He shook his head violently and blinked several times. He sucked in his breath and furrowed hisbrow and exhibited other signs of deep thinking.
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