Believe me, my lord, there was no magic. True, true! I swore an oath at my coronation always to serve her! Oh, mypoor country! The King turned and waved in the direction he supposed themysterious flute-player to be. The prospect of doing magic under Mr Norrell'sdirection again was not an appealing one; and after months spent in thecompa Strange looked up and found himself in a snowy place alittle distance from a dark wood.
Twenty-five guineas! cried Mrs Brandy in horror. He seemed to watch them but he nevermoved, not so much as a finger; yet it did not occur to them to doubt that he was a living man. He dugsome more and he began to suspect that, though the gentleman called it a log,this was in fact an entire tree. There is someone who means to bind her to alife of ceaseless misery! Slavery and subjugation to a wild spirit! An ancientprison built as much of cold enchantments as of stone and earth.
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