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Michael
gladly
left
the
workbench
and
sat
on
the
stool
by
the
hearth
to
tell
her
all
about
his
day
.
Then
he
asked
about
Sophie
’
s
.
The
result
was
that
when
Howl
shouldered
the
door
open
with
his
arms
full
of
parcels
,
Michael
was
not
even
looking
busy
.
He
was
rolling
around
on
the
stool
laughing
at
the
duel
spell
.
Howl
backed
into
the
door
to
shut
it
and
leaned
there
in
a
tragic
attitude
.
“
Look
at
you
all
!
”
he
said
.
“
Ruin
stares
me
in
the
face
.
I
slave
all
day
for
you
all
.
And
not
one
of
you
,
even
Calcifer
,
can
spare
time
to
say
hello
!
”
Michael
sprang
up
guiltily
and
Calcifer
said
,
“
I
never
do
say
hello
.
”
“
Is
something
wrong
?
”
asked
Sophie
.
“
That
’
s
better
,
”
said
Howl
.
“
Some
of
you
are
pretending
to
notice
me
at
last
.
How
kind
of
you
to
ask
,
Sophie
.
Yes
,
something
is
wrong
.
The
King
has
asked
me
officially
to
find
his
brother
for
him
—
with
a
strong
hint
that
destroying
the
Witch
of
the
Waste
would
come
in
handy
too
—
and
you
all
sit
there
and
laugh
!
”
By
now
it
was
clear
that
Howl
was
in
a
mood
to
produce
green
slime
any
second
.
Sophie
hurriedly
put
her
sewing
away
.
“
I
’
ll
make
some
hot
buttered
toast
,
”
she
said
.
“
Is
that
all
you
can
do
in
the
face
of
tragedy
?
”
Howl
asked
.
“
Make
toast
?
No
,
don
’
t
get
up
.
I
’
ve
trudged
here
laden
with
stuff
for
you
,
so
the
least
you
can
do
is
show
polite
interest
.
Here
.
”
He
tipped
a
shower
of
parcels
into
Sophie
’
s
lap
and
handed
another
to
Michael
.
Mystified
,
Sophie
unwrapped
things
:
several
pairs
of
silk
stockings
;
two
parcels
of
the
finest
cambric
petticoats
,
with
flounces
,
lace
,
and
satin
insets
;
a
pair
of
elastic
-
sided
boots
in
dove
-
gray
suede
;
a
lace
shawl
;
and
a
dress
of
gray
watered
silk
trimmed
with
lace
that
matched
the
shawl
.
Sophie
took
one
professional
look
at
each
and
gasped
.
The
lace
alone
was
worth
a
fortune
.
She
stroked
the
silk
of
the
dress
,
awed
.
Michael
unwrapped
a
handsome
new
velvet
suit
.
“
You
must
have
spent
every
bit
that
was
in
the
silk
purse
!
”
he
said
ungratefully
.
“
I
don
’
t
need
this
.
You
’
re
the
one
who
needs
a
new
suit
.
”
Howl
hooked
his
boot
into
what
remained
of
the
blue
-
and
-
silver
suit
and
held
it
up
ruefully
.
Sophie
had
been
working
hard
,
but
it
was
still
more
hole
than
suit
.
“
How
selfless
I
am
,
”
he
said
.
“
But
I
can
’
t
send
you
and
Sophie
to
blacken
my
name
to
the
King
in
rags
.
The
King
would
think
I
didn
’
t
look
after
my
old
mother
properly
.
Well
,
Sophie
?
Are
the
boots
the
right
size
?
”
