Well, he shall befetched back tomorrow and made to put it right. Mr Norrell, who had never yet got any thing successfully out of his brainand off to the printers, whose every attempt was still at some stage or other ofrevision, said nothing. The street-sorcerers of the City of London had long constituted a standingirritation of his spirits. Now Strangewould kill him for not performing the third task and it was not his fault.
Strange had found the cupboard to be damp and full of mildew and so hehad abandoned it and placed his books and papers in heaps about the floor. Mr Norrell! he cried. A man in gaiters and a broad-brimmed hat came down alane at the side of the house; a dog trotted at his side. For the present your actions are governed bya hermit.
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