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“
I
don
’
t
think
I
did
.
There
must
be
some
mistake
,
”
Sophie
croaked
.
The
man
was
now
staring
at
her
in
utter
horror
,
though
she
could
not
see
why
.
“
No
mistake
,
Miss
Hatter
,
”
said
the
Witch
.
“
Come
,
Gaston
.
”
She
turned
and
swept
to
the
shop
door
.
While
the
man
was
humbly
opening
it
for
her
,
she
turned
back
to
Sophie
.
“
By
the
way
,
you
won
’
t
be
able
to
tell
anyone
you
’
re
under
a
spell
,
”
she
said
.
The
shop
door
tolled
like
a
funeral
bell
as
she
left
.
Sophie
put
her
hands
to
her
face
,
wondering
what
the
man
had
stared
at
.
She
felt
soft
,
leathery
wrinkles
.
She
looked
at
her
hands
.
They
were
wrinkled
too
,
and
skinny
,
with
large
veins
in
the
back
and
knuckles
like
knobs
.
She
pulled
her
gray
skirt
against
her
legs
and
looked
down
at
skinny
,
decrepit
ankles
and
feet
which
had
made
her
shoes
all
knobbly
.
They
were
the
legs
of
someone
about
ninety
and
they
seemed
to
be
real
.
Sophie
got
herself
to
the
mirror
,
and
found
she
had
to
hobble
.
The
face
in
the
mirror
was
quite
calm
,
because
it
was
what
she
expected
to
see
.
It
was
the
face
of
a
gaunt
old
woman
,
withered
and
brownish
,
surrounded
by
wispy
white
hair
.
Her
own
eyes
,
yellow
and
watery
,
stared
out
at
her
,
looking
rather
tragic
.
“
Don
’
t
worry
,
old
thing
,
”
Sophie
said
to
the
face
.
“
You
look
quite
healthy
.
Besides
,
this
is
much
more
like
you
really
are
.
”
She
thought
about
her
situation
,
quite
calmly
.
Everything
seemed
to
have
gone
calm
and
remote
.
She
was
not
even
particularly
angry
with
the
Witch
of
the
Waste
.
“
Well
,
of
course
I
shall
have
to
do
for
her
when
I
get
the
chance
,
”
she
told
herself
,
“
but
meanwhile
,
if
Lettie
and
Martha
can
stand
being
one
another
,
I
can
stand
being
like
this
.
But
I
can
’
t
stay
here
.
Fanny
would
have
a
fit
.
Let
’
s
see
.
This
gray
dress
is
quite
suitable
,
but
I
shall
need
my
shawl
and
some
food
.
”
She
hobbled
over
to
the
shop
door
and
carefully
put
up
the
CLOSED
notice
.
Her
joints
creaked
as
she
moved
.
She
had
to
walk
bowed
and
slow
.
But
she
was
relieved
to
discover
that
she
was
quite
a
hale
old
woman
.
She
did
not
feel
weak
or
ill
,
just
stiff
.
She
hobbled
to
collect
her
shawl
,
and
wrapped
it
over
her
head
and
shoulders
,
as
old
women
did
.
Then
she
shuffled
through
into
the
house
,
where
she
collected
her
purse
with
a
few
coins
in
it
and
a
parcel
of
bread
and
cheese
.
She
let
herself
out
of
the
house
,
carefully
hiding
the
key
in
the
usual
place
,
and
hobbled
away
down
the
street
,
surprised
at
how
calm
she
still
felt
.
