Thank you, said Lasrelles, but I believe I shall make up my own mindupon that point. Hepaid a visit to a banker in Lombard-street; he spoke to a portrait-painter inLittle-Britain; he delivered instructions to a woman in Fetter-lane about agown for Lady Pole. Colonel Murray, General Stewart and the man with black mustachesbegan to laugh, when suddenly they were interrupted by the magician saying,the road between Espinhal and Lousäo is abominably bad. The wallpaper and furnishings of the hotel might all havebeen brought originally from London, but a Portuguese sun had shone onthem for five years and faded them in a peculiarly Portuguese manner.
All the shadows in the room did something odd, something not easy todescribe or explain. He is attended, I believe, by his landlord'sservants. But I do not quiteunderstand . When the dancing fit left him he was sorely tempted to write to Norrell.
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