No, said the gentleman with the thistle-down hair. A thick drift of raven feathers covered everything, as if a black snow hadfallen. Lasccllcs was staring with great determinationat a newspaper. A long silence.
Well, Your Majesty, said Strange, cheerfully, when at last they reachedthe bottom, I think we managed that rather well. He was blinking his eyes andpressing his lips together and generally doing all those things that a man willdo when he is trying not to cry. Thethought of having to address Mr Norrell as Sir Gilbert or my lord was somehow ratherdepressing. Itwould not be going too far (he thought) to say that this had been the mostextraordinary achievement of his career so far.
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