At the topwhere there ought to have been a cross to signify that all the world belongedto God, there was a tiny open hand. A bitter grey fog thattasted of smoke and tar hung over London. Mr Drawlight was not made to wait long before he witnessed themomentous interview between the two magicians (which was just as wellfor Mr Drawlight hated to wait). Well, one may say what onelikes about imps and goblins, but butlers are the worst of them! What? said Strange.
I see no one. But it will be expensive. Let us go and cast a spell upon Lady Pole. I hope MrStrange will make some allowance for the irritation of my spirits.
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