Oh! said the Master's daughter innocently The wife of the Reeve in Eppcrstone has ababy of exactly that description, the prettiest little creature that ever you saw. His face was as dark and tightas a fist. When he picked it up it was still warm as if he had recently dischargedit. There ought to havebeen companies of soldiers passing up and down, carts with supplies, anxious-lookingfaces.
There was oneslight annoyance early on when some of the guests were foolish enough tomake some remarks to Mr Norrell upon the pleasantness of the occasion andthe beauty of the ballroom. But it wasnot good weather; it was raining - hard enough to make an excursion on thewater most uncomfortable, not quite hard enough to dispel the heavy, greymist. In the middle ofthe moor a misshapen hawthorn tree stood all alone and from thetree a man was hanging. They were Englishmen and, to them, the decline of othernations was the most natural thing in the world.
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