He was so wrapped upin mufflers that his shrunken little form appeared almost stout. You will be happy again. Stare-something. But what magic could there be? Helooked about him nervously in case Mr Norrell should appear suddenly frombehind a tree.
He tookhold of Vinculus around his body and his throat. 'I did not chuse you, Magician! You were chosen long ago. And never, of course, with the least success. Why would MrNorrell suddenly decide to help him? Out of the kindness of his heart? Hardly.
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