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Megan
would
have
been
a
match
for
Mrs
.
Fairfax
.
Her
voice
went
on
and
on
.
Sophie
began
to
understand
how
Howl
had
acquired
the
habit
of
slithering
out
.
Megan
was
the
kind
of
person
who
made
you
want
to
back
quietly
out
of
the
nearest
door
.
Unfortunately
,
Howl
was
backed
up
against
the
stairs
,
and
Sophie
and
Michael
were
bottled
up
behind
him
.
“
…
never
doing
an
honest
day
’
s
work
,
never
getting
a
job
I
could
be
proud
of
,
bringing
shame
on
me
and
Gareth
,
coming
here
and
spoiling
Mari
rotten
,
”
Megan
ground
on
remorselessly
.
Sophie
pushed
Michael
aside
and
stumped
downstairs
,
looking
as
stately
as
she
could
manage
.
“
Come
,
Howl
,
”
she
said
grandly
.
“
We
really
must
be
on
our
way
.
While
we
stand
here
,
money
is
ticking
away
and
your
servants
are
probably
selling
the
gold
plate
.
So
nice
to
meet
you
,
”
she
said
to
Megan
as
she
arrived
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
,
“
but
we
must
rush
.
Howl
is
such
a
busy
man
.
”
Megan
gulped
a
bit
and
stared
at
Sophie
.
Sophie
gave
her
a
stately
nod
and
pushed
Howl
toward
the
wavy
-
glass
front
door
.
Michael
’
s
face
was
bright
red
.
Sophie
saw
that
because
Howl
turned
back
to
ask
Megan
,
“
Is
my
old
car
still
in
the
shed
,
or
have
you
sold
that
too
?
”
“
You
’
ve
got
the
only
set
of
keys
,
”
Megan
answered
dourly
.
That
seemed
to
be
the
only
goodbye
.
The
front
door
slammed
and
Howl
took
them
to
a
square
white
building
at
the
end
of
the
flat
black
road
.
Howl
did
not
say
anything
about
Megan
.
He
said
,
as
he
unlocked
a
wide
door
in
the
building
,
“
I
suppose
the
fierce
English
teacher
is
bound
to
have
a
copy
of
that
book
.
”
Sophie
wished
to
forget
the
next
bit
.
They
rode
in
a
carriage
without
horses
that
went
at
a
terrifying
speed
,
smelling
and
growling
and
shaking
as
it
tore
down
some
of
the
steepest
roads
Sophie
had
never
seen
—
roads
so
steep
that
she
wondered
why
the
houses
lining
them
did
not
slide
into
a
heap
at
the
bottom
.
She
shut
her
eyes
and
clung
to
some
of
the
pieces
that
had
torn
off
the
seats
,
and
simply
hoped
it
would
be
over
soon
.
Luckily
,
it
was
.
They
arrived
in
a
flatter
road
with
houses
crammed
in
on
both
sides
,
beside
a
large
window
filled
with
a
white
curtain
and
a
notice
that
said
:
TEAS
CLOSED
.
But
,
despite
this
forbidding
notice
,
when
Howl
pressed
a
button
at
a
small
door
beside
the
window
,
Miss
Angorian
opened
the
door
.
They
all
stared
at
her
.
For
a
fierce
schoolteacher
,
Miss
Angorian
was
astonishingly
young
and
slender
and
good
-
looking
.
She
had
sheets
of
blue
-
black
hair
hanging
round
her
olive
-
brown
heart
-
shaped
face
,
and
enormous
dark
eyes
.
The
only
thing
which
suggested
fierceness
about
her
was
the
direct
and
clever
way
those
enormous
eyes
looked
and
seemed
to
sum
them
up
.
“
I
’
ll
take
a
small
guess
that
you
may
be
Howell
Jenkins
,
”
Miss
Angorian
said
to
Howl
.
She
had
a
low
,
melodious
voice
that
was
nevertheless
rather
amused
and
quite
sure
of
itself
.
