Twenty miles away Childermass was crossing over the packhorse bridge thatled into Starecross village. Poor Mr Norrell! Nothing could be less to his taste than the creation ofother magicians. But Mr Norrell had worked himself up into such a frenzy of anxiety overVinculus's supposed magical powers that this explanation had at first littlepower to soothe him. He asked me if Iintended to fight him.
old me about how you are surrounded nightand day by enemies who wish you harm, I conveyed the money to a friend ofyours. He wouldimbibe all sorts of wrong ideas from them. Yours, madam,though you do not know it, is Delgado, and I am delighted to meet you. Mud? Really? Yes, I suppose you are right.
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