It filled one of the talllibrary windows, but what it was a vision of, Mr Norrell was at a loss to know. Yes, he said. But something hashappened. None of these half-explanations and guesses concerning the gentleman withthe thistle-down hair quite satisfied him and he continued lo wonder aboutArabella's friend.
It is said that in that day, in that hour, our housesbecome the possessions of the Raven King. This is the best I know. Everywhere was a jumbleof buildings, statues, lines of washing and flowerpots. There was a little pause.
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