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“
This
dog
is
a
bespelled
human
,
”
Calcifer
said
unnecessarily
.
“
I
know
,
but
can
you
take
the
spell
off
him
?
”
Sophie
asked
.
She
supposed
Lettie
must
have
heard
,
like
so
many
people
,
that
Howl
had
a
witch
working
for
him
now
.
And
it
seemed
rather
important
to
turn
the
dog
into
a
man
again
and
send
him
back
to
Upper
Folding
before
Howl
got
out
of
bed
and
found
him
there
.
“
No
.
I
’
d
need
to
be
linked
with
Howl
for
that
,
”
Calcifer
said
.
“
Then
I
’
ll
try
it
myself
,
”
Sophie
said
.
Poor
Lettie
!
Breaking
her
heart
for
Howl
,
and
her
only
other
lover
a
dog
most
of
the
time
!
Sophie
laid
her
hand
on
the
dog
’
s
soft
,
rounded
head
.
“
Turn
back
into
the
man
you
should
be
,
”
she
said
.
She
said
it
quite
often
,
but
its
only
effect
seemed
to
be
to
send
the
dog
deeply
to
sleep
.
It
snored
and
twitched
against
Sophie
’
s
legs
.
Meanwhile
a
certain
amount
of
moaning
and
groaning
was
coming
from
upstairs
.
Sophie
kept
muttering
to
the
dog
and
ignored
it
.
A
loud
,
hollow
coughing
followed
,
dying
away
into
more
moaning
.
Crashing
sneezes
followed
the
coughing
,
each
one
rattling
the
window
and
all
the
doors
.
Sophie
found
those
harder
to
ignore
,
but
she
managed
.
Poot
-
pooooot
!
went
a
blown
nose
,
like
a
bassoon
in
a
tunnel
.
The
coughing
started
again
,
mingled
with
moans
.
Sneezes
mixed
with
the
moans
and
the
coughs
,
and
the
sounds
rose
to
a
crescendo
in
which
Howl
seemed
to
be
managing
to
cough
,
groan
,
blow
his
nose
,
sneeze
,
and
wail
gently
all
at
the
same
time
.
The
doors
rattled
,
the
beams
in
the
ceiling
shook
,
and
one
of
Calcifer
’
s
logs
rolled
off
onto
the
hearth
.
“
All
right
,
all
right
,
I
get
the
message
!
”
Sophie
said
,
dumping
the
log
back
into
the
grate
.
“
It
’
ll
be
green
slime
next
.
Calcifer
,
make
sure
that
dog
stays
where
it
is
.
”
And
she
climbed
the
stairs
,
muttering
loudly
,
“
Really
,
these
wizards
!
You
’
d
think
no
one
had
ever
had
a
cold
before
!
Well
,
what
is
it
?
”
she
asked
,
hobbling
through
the
bedroom
door
onto
the
filthy
carpet
.
“
I
’
m
dying
of
boredom
,
”
Howl
said
pathetically
.
“
Or
maybe
just
dying
.
”
He
was
lying
propped
on
dirty
gray
pillows
,
looking
quite
poorly
,
with
what
might
have
been
a
patchwork
coverlet
over
him
except
that
it
was
all
one
color
with
dust
.
The
spiders
he
seemed
to
like
so
much
were
spinning
busily
in
the
canopy
above
him
.
Sophie
felt
his
forehead
.
“
You
do
have
a
bit
of
a
fever
,
”
she
admitted
.
