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The
throb
in
Miss
Angorian
’
s
voice
annoyed
Sophie
.
“
No
,
”
she
said
.
“
There
’
s
no
need
to
be
so
intense
about
it
.
You
’
ve
no
proof
it
was
his
.
”
She
hobbled
close
to
Miss
Angorian
and
seized
the
guitar
by
its
neck
.
Miss
Angorian
stared
at
her
over
it
with
wide
,
anguished
eyes
.
Sophie
dragged
.
Miss
Angorian
hung
on
.
The
guitar
gave
out
horrible
,
out
-
of
-
tune
jangles
.
Sophie
jerked
it
out
of
Miss
Angorian
’
s
arms
.
“
Don
’
t
be
silly
,
”
she
said
.
“
You
’
ve
no
right
to
walk
into
people
’
s
castles
and
take
their
guitars
.
I
’
ve
told
you
Mr
.
Sullivan
’
s
not
here
.
Now
go
back
to
Wales
.
Go
on
.
”
And
she
used
the
guitar
to
push
Miss
Angorian
backward
through
the
open
door
.
Miss
Angorian
backed
into
the
nothingness
until
half
of
her
vanished
.
“
You
’
re
hard
,
”
she
said
reproachfully
.
“
Yes
,
I
am
!
”
said
Sophie
and
slammed
the
door
on
her
.
She
turned
the
knob
to
orange
-
down
to
prevent
Miss
Angorian
coming
back
and
dumped
the
guitar
back
in
its
corner
with
a
firm
twang
.
“
And
don
’
t
you
dare
tell
Howl
she
was
here
!
”
she
said
unreasonably
to
Calcifer
.
“
I
bet
she
came
to
see
Howl
.
The
rest
was
just
a
pack
of
lies
.
Wizard
Suliman
was
settled
here
,
years
ago
.
He
probably
came
to
get
away
from
her
beastly
throbbing
voice
!
”
Calcifer
chuckled
.
“
I
’
ve
never
seen
anyone
got
rid
of
so
fast
!
”
he
said
.
This
made
Sophie
feel
both
unkind
and
guilty
.
After
all
,
she
herself
had
walked
into
the
castle
in
much
the
same
way
,
and
had
been
twice
as
nosy
as
Miss
Angorian
.
“
Gah
!
”
she
said
.
She
stumped
into
the
bathroom
and
stared
at
her
withered
old
face
in
the
mirrors
She
picked
up
one
of
the
packets
labeled
SKIN
and
then
tossed
it
down
again
.
Even
young
and
fresh
,
she
did
not
think
her
face
compared
particularly
well
with
Miss
Angorian
’
s
.
“
Gah
!
”
she
said
.
“
Doh
!
”
She
hobbled
rapidly
back
and
seized
ferns
and
lilies
from
the
sink
.
She
hobbled
with
them
,
dripping
,
to
the
shop
,
where
she
rammed
them
into
a
bucket
of
nutrition
spell
.
“
Be
daffodils
!
”
she
told
them
in
a
mad
,
croaking
voice
.
“
Be
daffodils
in
June
,
you
beastly
things
!
”
The
dog
-
man
put
his
shaggy
face
round
the
yard
door
.
When
he
saw
the
mood
Sophie
was
in
,
he
backed
out
again
hurriedly
.
When
Michael
came
merrily
in
with
a
large
pie
a
minute
later
,
Sophie
gave
him
such
a
glare
that
Michael
instantly
remembered
a
spell
Howl
had
asked
him
to
make
up
and
fled
away
through
the
broom
cupboard
.
“
Gah
!
”
Sophie
snarled
after
him
.
She
bent
over
her
bucket
again
.
“
Be
daffodils
!
Be
daffodils
!
”
she
croaked
.
It
did
not
make
her
feel
any
better
that
she
knew
it
was
a
silly
way
to
behave
.
Howl
opened
the
door
toward
the
end
of
the
afternoon
and
sauntered
in
,
whistling
.
He
seemed
to
have
got
over
the
mandrake
root
.
It
did
not
make
Sophie
feel
any
better
to
find
he
had
not
gone
to
Wales
after
all
.
She
gave
him
her
very
fiercest
glare
.
“
Merciful
heavens
!
”
Howl
said
.
“
I
think
that
turned
me
to
stone
!
What
’
s
the
matter
?
”
