A black ribbon hung from the ceiling. But once inside Dr Greysteel stood helpless, quite at a loss to know what todo next. In the centre of the hill Stokesey found an enchanted hall where everyone was dancing. America, said Strange.
Ah, Strange! cried Lord Wellington, raising a glass in greeting. Mr Norrell sighed. She was a very different sort ofperson. Every window shewed the black of Eternal Night and theunknown stars.
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