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“
Don
’
t
crowd
him
,
Michael
,
”
said
Howl
.
“
And
don
’
t
make
Sophie
snort
again
.
In
the
mood
she
’
s
in
,
she
’
ll
bring
down
the
castle
next
time
.
”
Though
that
seemed
to
mean
Howl
was
no
longer
angry
,
Sophie
found
she
was
angrier
than
ever
.
She
stumped
off
into
the
shop
,
where
she
banged
about
,
shutting
the
shop
and
putting
things
away
for
the
night
.
She
went
to
look
at
her
daffodils
.
Something
had
gone
horribly
wrong
with
them
.
They
were
wet
brown
things
trailing
out
of
a
bucket
full
of
the
poisonous
-
smelling
liquid
she
had
ever
come
across
.
“
Oh
,
confound
it
all
!
”
Sophie
yelled
.
“
What
’
s
all
this
,
now
?
”
said
Howl
,
arriving
in
the
shop
.
He
bent
over
the
bucket
and
sniffed
.
“
You
seem
to
have
some
rather
efficient
weed
-
killer
here
.
How
about
trying
it
on
those
weeds
on
the
drive
of
the
mansion
?
”
“
I
will
,
”
said
Sophie
.
“
I
feel
like
killing
something
!
”
She
slammed
around
until
she
had
found
a
watering
can
,
and
stumped
through
into
the
castle
with
the
can
and
the
bucket
,
where
she
hurled
open
the
door
,
orange
-
down
,
onto
the
mansion
drive
.
Percival
looked
up
anxiously
.
They
had
given
him
the
guitar
,
rather
as
you
gave
a
baby
a
rattle
,
and
he
was
sitting
making
horrible
twangings
.
“
You
go
with
her
,
Percival
,
”
Howl
said
.
“
The
mood
she
’
s
in
she
’
ll
be
killing
all
the
trees
too
.
”
So
Percival
laid
down
the
guitar
and
took
the
bucket
carefully
out
of
Sophie
’
s
hand
.
Sophie
stumped
out
into
a
golden
summer
evening
at
the
end
of
the
valley
.
Everyone
had
been
much
too
busy
up
to
now
to
pay
much
attention
to
the
mansion
.
It
was
much
grander
than
Sophie
had
realized
.
It
had
a
weedy
terrace
with
statues
along
the
edge
,
and
steps
down
to
the
drive
.
When
Sophie
looked
back
—
on
the
pretext
of
telling
Percival
to
hurry
up
—
she
saw
the
house
was
very
big
,
with
more
statues
along
the
roof
,
and
rows
of
windows
.
But
it
was
derelict
.
Green
mildew
ran
down
the
peeling
wall
from
every
window
.
Many
of
the
windows
were
broken
,
and
the
shutters
that
should
have
folded
against
the
walls
beside
them
were
gray
and
blistered
and
hanging
sideways
.
“
Huh
!
”
said
Sophie
.
“
I
think
the
least
Howl
could
do
is
to
make
the
place
look
a
bit
more
lived
in
.
But
no
!
He
’
s
far
too
busy
gadding
off
to
Wales
!
Don
’
t
just
stand
there
,
Percival
!
Pour
some
of
that
stuff
into
the
can
and
then
come
along
behind
me
.
Percival
meekly
did
as
she
said
.
He
was
no
fun
at
all
to
bully
.
Sophie
suspected
that
was
why
Howl
had
sent
him
with
her
.
She
snorted
,
and
took
her
anger
out
on
the
weeds
.
Whatever
the
stuff
was
that
killed
the
daffodils
,
it
was
strong
.
The
weeds
in
the
drive
died
as
soon
as
it
touched
them
.
So
did
the
grass
at
the
sides
of
the
drive
,
until
Sophie
calmed
down
a
little
,
the
evening
calmed
her
.
The
fresh
air
was
blowing
off
the
distant
hills
,
and
clumps
of
trees
planted
at
the
sides
of
the
drive
rustled
majestically
in
it
.
