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Coward
!
Sophie
thought
scornfully
.
She
wondered
why
she
had
gone
through
all
that
trouble
for
Howl
yesterday
.
“
I
must
have
been
mad
!
”
she
muttered
to
the
blue
-
and
-
silver
suit
.
“
What
about
the
black
-
down
entrance
?
”
Michael
asked
when
the
person
knocking
seemed
to
have
gone
away
.
“
That
stays
,
”
Howl
said
,
and
conjured
himself
another
handkerchief
with
a
final
sort
of
flick
.
It
would
!
Sophie
thought
.
Miss
Angorian
is
outside
it
.
Poor
Lettie
!
By
the
middle
of
the
morning
Howl
was
conjuring
handkerchiefs
in
twos
and
threes
.
They
were
floppy
squares
of
paper
really
,
Sophie
saw
.
He
kept
sneezing
.
His
voice
grew
hoarser
.
He
was
conjuring
handkerchiefs
by
the
half
-
dozen
soon
.
Ashes
from
the
used
ones
were
piled
all
round
Calcifer
.
“
Oh
,
why
is
that
whenever
I
go
to
Wales
I
always
come
back
with
a
cold
!
”
Howl
croaked
and
conjured
himself
a
whole
wad
of
tissues
.
Sophie
snorted
.
“
Did
you
say
something
?
”
Howl
croaked
.
“
No
,
but
I
was
thinking
that
people
who
run
away
from
everything
deserve
every
cold
they
get
,
”
Sophie
said
.
“
People
who
are
appointed
to
do
something
by
the
King
and
go
courting
in
the
rain
instead
have
only
themselves
to
blame
.
”
“
You
don
’
t
know
everything
I
do
,
Mrs
.
Moralizer
,
’
Howl
said
.
“
Want
me
to
write
out
a
list
before
I
go
out
another
time
?
I
have
looked
for
Prince
Justin
.
Courting
isn
’
t
the
only
thing
I
do
when
I
go
out
.
”
