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“
Good
gracious
!
”
Fanny
said
,
coming
up
behind
Sophie
.
“
Whatever
has
happened
to
my
carriage
?
”
Sophie
explained
,
as
far
as
she
could
.
But
Fanny
was
so
worried
that
Sophie
had
to
turn
the
door
orange
-
down
and
open
it
to
show
the
mansion
drive
in
a
much
grayer
day
,
where
the
footman
and
Fanny
’
s
coachman
were
sitting
on
the
roof
of
the
carriage
eating
cold
sausage
and
playing
cards
.
Only
then
would
Fanny
believe
that
her
carriage
had
not
been
mysteriously
spirited
away
.
Sophie
was
trying
to
explain
,
without
really
knowing
herself
,
how
one
door
could
open
on
several
different
places
,
when
Calcifer
surged
up
from
his
logs
,
roaring
.
“
Howl
!
”
he
roared
,
filling
the
chimney
with
blue
flame
.
“
Howl
!
Howell
Jenkins
,
the
Witch
has
found
your
sister
’
s
family
!
”
There
were
two
violent
thumps
overhead
.
Howl
’
s
bedroom
door
crashed
and
Howl
came
tearing
downstairs
.
Lettie
and
Percival
were
hurled
out
of
his
way
.
Fanny
screamed
faintly
at
the
sight
of
him
.
Howl
’
s
hair
was
like
a
haystack
and
there
were
red
rims
round
his
eyes
.
“
Got
me
on
my
weak
flank
,
blast
her
!
”
he
shouted
as
he
shot
across
the
room
with
his
black
sleeves
flying
.
“
I
was
afraid
she
would
!
Thanks
,
Calcifer
!
”
He
shoved
Fanny
aside
and
hauled
open
the
door
.
Sophie
heard
the
door
bang
behind
Howl
as
she
hobbled
upstairs
.
She
knew
it
was
nosy
,
but
she
had
to
see
what
happened
.
As
she
hobbled
through
Howl
’
s
bedroom
,
she
heard
everyone
else
following
her
.
“
What
a
filthy
room
!
”
Fanny
exclaimed
.
Sophie
looked
out
the
window
.
It
was
drizzling
in
the
neat
garden
.
The
swing
was
hung
with
drops
.
The
Witch
’
s
waving
mane
of
red
hair
was
all
dewed
with
it
.
She
stood
leaning
against
the
swing
,
tall
and
commanding
in
her
red
robes
,
beckoning
and
beckoning
again
.
Howl
’
s
niece
,
Mari
,
was
shuffling
over
the
wet
grass
toward
the
Witch
.
She
did
not
look
as
if
she
wanted
to
go
,
but
she
seemed
to
have
no
choice
.
Behind
her
,
Howl
’
s
nephew
,
Neil
,
was
shuffling
toward
the
Witch
even
more
slowly
,
glowering
in
his
most
ferocious
way
.
And
Howl
’
s
sister
,
Megan
,
was
behind
the
two
children
.
Sophie
could
se
Megan
’
s
arms
gesturing
and
Megan
’
s
mouth
opening
and
shutting
.
She
was
clearly
giving
the
Witch
a
piece
of
her
mind
,
but
she
was
being
drawn
toward
the
Witch
too
.
Howl
burst
out
onto
the
lawn
.
He
had
not
bothered
to
alter
his
clothes
.
He
did
not
bother
to
do
any
magic
.
He
just
charged
straight
at
the
Witch
.
The
Witch
made
a
grab
for
Mari
,
but
Mari
was
still
too
far
away
.
Howl
got
to
Mari
first
,
slung
her
behind
him
,
and
charged
on
.
And
the
Witch
ran
.
She
ran
.
Like
a
cat
with
a
dog
after
it
,
across
the
lawn
and
over
the
neat
fence
,
in
a
flurry
of
flame
-
colored
robes
,
with
Howl
,
like
the
chasing
dog
,
a
foot
or
so
behind
and
closing
.
The
Witch
vanished
over
the
fence
in
a
red
blur
.
Howl
went
after
her
in
a
black
blur
with
trailing
sleeves
.
Then
the
fence
hid
both
of
them
from
sight
.
