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“
When
have
you
looked
?
”
said
Sophie
.
“
Oh
,
how
your
ears
flap
and
your
long
nose
twitches
!
”
Howl
croaked
.
“
I
looked
when
he
first
disappeared
,
of
course
.
I
was
curious
to
know
what
Prince
Justin
was
doing
up
this
way
,
when
everyone
knew
Suliman
had
gone
to
the
Waste
.
I
think
someone
must
have
sold
him
a
dud
finding
spell
,
because
he
went
right
over
into
the
Folding
Valley
and
bought
another
from
Mrs
.
Fairfax
.
And
that
fetched
him
back
this
way
,
fairly
naturally
,
where
he
stopped
at
the
castle
and
Michael
sold
him
another
finding
spell
and
a
disguise
spell
—
”
Michael
’
s
hand
went
over
his
mouth
.
“
Was
that
man
in
the
green
uniform
Prince
Justin
?
”
“
Yes
,
but
I
didn
’
t
mention
the
matter
before
,
”
said
Howl
,
“
because
the
King
might
have
thought
you
should
have
had
the
sense
to
sell
him
another
dud
.
I
had
a
conscience
about
it
.
Conscience
.
Notice
that
word
,
Mrs
.
Longnose
.
I
had
a
conscience
.
”
Howl
conjured
another
wad
of
handkerchiefs
and
glowered
at
Sophie
over
them
out
of
eyes
that
were
now
red
-
rimmed
and
watery
.
Then
he
stood
up
.
“
I
feel
ill
,
”
he
announced
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
bed
,
where
I
may
die
.
”
He
tottered
piteously
to
the
stairs
.
“
Bury
me
beside
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
,
”
he
croaked
as
he
went
up
them
to
bed
.
Sophie
applied
herself
to
her
sewing
harder
than
ever
.
Here
was
her
chance
to
get
the
gray
-
and
-
scarlet
suit
off
Howl
before
it
did
more
damage
to
Miss
Angorian
’
s
heart
-
unless
,
of
course
,
Howl
went
to
bed
in
his
clothes
,
which
she
did
not
put
past
him
.
So
Howl
must
have
been
looking
for
Prince
Justin
when
he
went
to
Upper
folding
and
met
Lettie
.
Poor
Lettie
!
Sophie
thought
,
putting
brisk
,
tiny
stitches
round
her
fifty
-
seventh
blue
triangle
.
Only
another
forty
or
so
to
go
.
Howl
’
s
voice
was
presently
heard
shouting
weakly
,
“
Help
me
,
someone
!
I
’
m
dying
from
neglect
up
here
!
”
Sophie
snorted
.
Michael
left
off
working
on
his
new
spell
and
ran
up
and
downstairs
.
Things
became
very
restless
.
In
the
time
it
took
Sophie
to
sew
ten
more
blue
triangles
Michael
ran
upstairs
with
lemon
and
honey
,
with
a
particular
book
,
with
cough
mixture
,
with
a
spoon
to
take
the
cough
mixture
with
,
and
then
with
nose
drops
,
throat
pastilles
,
gargle
,
pen
,
paper
,
three
more
books
,
and
an
infusion
of
willow
bark
.
People
kept
knocking
at
the
door
too
,
making
Sophie
jump
and
Calcifer
flicker
uneasily
.
When
no
one
opened
the
door
,
some
of
the
people
went
on
hammering
for
five
minutes
or
so
,
rightly
thinking
they
were
being
ignored
.
By
this
time
,
Sophie
was
becoming
worried
about
the
blue
-
and
-
silver
suit
.
It
was
getting
smaller
and
smaller
.
One
cannot
sew
in
that
number
of
triangles
without
taking
up
quite
a
lot
of
cloth
in
the
seams
.
‘
Michael
,
”
she
said
when
Michael
came
rushing
downstairs
again
because
Howl
fancied
a
bacon
sandwich
for
lunch
.
“
Michel
,
is
there
a
way
of
making
small
clothes
larger
?
”
“
Oh
,
yes
,
”
said
Michael
.
“
That
’
s
just
what
my
new
spell
is
—
when
I
get
the
chance
to
work
on
it
.
He
wants
six
slices
of
bacon
in
the
sandwich
.
Could
you
ask
Calcifer
?
”
