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Charmed
Life By a stroke of good fortune,
Chrestomanci was coming along the gallery on the other side of the
staircase, behind a curly marble balustrade. He was wearing a
fawn-coloured suit now, instead of the imperial dressing gown, but
he looked, if possible, even more elegant. By the look on his face,
his thoughts were miles away. Gwendolen ran round the head of the
marble staircase and stood herself in front of him. Chrestomanci
blinked, and looked vaguely from her to Cat. "Was one of you
wanting me?" "Yes. Me," said Gwendolen. "Mr Saunders won't give me
witchcraft lessons, and I want you to tell him he must." "Oh, but I
can't do that," Chrestomanci said absentmindedly. "Sorry and so
on." |
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