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Sophie
only
snarled
,
“
What
suit
are
you
wearing
?
”
Howl
looked
down
at
his
black
garments
.
“
Does
it
matter
?
”
“
Yes
!
”
growled
Sophie
.
“
And
don
’
t
give
me
that
about
being
in
mourning
!
Which
one
is
it
really
?
”
Howl
shrugged
and
held
up
one
trailing
sleeve
as
if
he
were
not
sure
which
it
was
.
He
stared
at
it
,
looking
puzzled
.
The
black
color
of
it
ran
downward
from
his
shoulder
into
the
pointed
,
hanging
tip
.
His
shoulder
and
the
top
of
his
sleeve
grew
brown
,
then
gray
,
while
the
pointed
tip
turned
inkier
and
inkier
,
until
Howl
was
wearing
a
back
suit
with
one
blue
-
and
-
silver
sleeve
whose
end
seemed
to
have
been
dipped
in
tar
.
“
That
one
,
”
he
said
,
and
let
the
black
spread
back
up
to
his
shoulder
again
.
Sophie
was
somehow
more
annoyed
than
ever
.
She
gave
a
wordless
grump
of
rage
.
“
Sophie
!
”
Howl
said
in
his
most
laughing
,
pleading
way
.
The
dog
-
man
pushed
open
the
yard
door
and
shambled
in
.
He
never
would
let
Howl
talk
to
Sophie
for
long
.
Howl
stared
at
it
.
“
You
’
ve
got
an
Old
English
sheepdog
now
,
”
he
said
,
as
if
he
was
glad
of
the
distraction
.
“
Two
dogs
are
going
to
take
a
lot
of
feeding
.
”
“
There
’
s
only
one
dog
,
”
Sophie
said
crossly
.
“
He
’
s
under
a
spell
.
”
