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“
Your
fault
?
Garbage
!
”
said
Howl
.
“
I
can
detect
Sophie
’
s
hand
a
mile
off
.
And
there
are
several
miles
of
this
suit
.
Sophie
dear
,
where
is
my
other
suit
?
”
Sophie
hurriedly
fetched
the
pieces
of
gray
-
and
-
scarlet
suit
out
of
the
broom
cupboard
,
where
she
had
hidden
them
.
Howl
surveyed
them
.
“
Well
,
that
’
s
something
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
d
been
expecting
it
to
be
too
small
to
see
.
Give
it
here
,
all
seven
of
it
.
”
Sophie
held
the
bundle
of
gray
-
and
-
scarlet
cloth
out
toward
him
.
Howl
,
with
a
bit
of
searching
,
succeeded
in
finding
his
hand
inside
the
multiple
folds
of
blue
-
and
-
silver
sleeve
and
working
it
through
a
gap
between
two
tremendous
stitches
.
He
grabbed
the
bundle
off
her
.
“
I
am
now
,
”
he
said
,
“
going
to
get
ready
for
the
funeral
.
Please
,
both
of
you
,
refrain
from
doing
anything
whatsoever
while
I
do
.
I
can
tell
Sophie
is
in
top
form
at
the
moment
,
and
I
want
this
room
the
usual
size
when
I
come
back
into
it
.
”
He
set
off
with
dignity
to
the
bathroom
,
wading
in
blue
-
and
-
silver
suit
.
The
rest
of
the
blue
-
and
-
silver
suit
followed
him
,
dragging
step
by
step
down
the
stairs
and
rustling
across
the
floor
.
By
the
time
Howl
was
in
the
bathroom
,
most
of
the
jacket
was
on
the
ground
floor
and
the
trousers
were
appearing
on
the
stairs
.
Howl
half
-
shut
the
bathroom
door
and
seemed
to
go
on
hauling
the
suit
in
hand
over
hand
.
Sophie
and
Michael
and
the
dog
-
man
stood
and
watched
yard
after
yard
of
blue
or
silver
fabric
proceed
across
the
floor
,
decorated
with
an
occasional
silver
button
the
size
of
a
millstone
and
enormous
,
regular
,
ropelike
stitches
.
There
may
have
been
nearly
a
mile
of
it
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
I
got
that
spell
quite
right
,
”
Michael
said
when
the
last
huge
scalloped
edge
had
disappeared
round
the
bathroom
door
.
“
And
didn
’
t
he
let
you
know
it
!
”
said
Calcifer
.
“
Another
log
,
please
.
”
Michael
gave
Calcifer
another
log
.
Sophie
fed
the
dog
-
man
.
But
neither
of
them
dared
do
anything
much
else
except
stand
around
eating
bread
and
honey
for
breakfast
until
Howl
came
out
of
the
bathroom
.
He
came
forth
two
hours
later
,
out
of
a
steam
of
verbena
-
scented
spells
.
He
was
all
in
black
.
His
suit
was
black
,
his
boots
were
black
,
and
his
hair
was
black
,
the
same
blue
-
raven
black
as
Miss
Angorian
’
s
.
His
earring
was
a
long
jet
pendant
.
Sophie
wondered
if
the
black
hair
was
in
honor
of
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
.
She
agreed
with
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
that
black
hair
suited
Howl
.
His
green
-
glass
eyes
went
better
with
it
.
But
she
wondered
very
much
which
suit
the
black
one
really
was
.
