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[colored_gowns]

There's a little back porch of the mansion-- who knows if it has always been there, for who can ever tell with the mansion?-- where Mrs Strange is standing in a pool of the last of the day's sunlight, her shawl pulled tight around her shoulders. She looks as if she had been ill. But she's feeling more herself than she has since she saw the

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[abitofboth]

"I know what you did." Childermass does not bother with unnecessary things like saying hello. "Does your husband know yet?"

[colored_gowns]

She starts, then shakes her head.

[abitofboth]

He comes and leans on the railing, a bit away from her. "Unsurprising. Magicians are endlessly clever, and endlessly blind. But at least the darkness is gone."

[colored_gowns]

"He has no reason to guess it," she says, eyes lowered. "I know nothing of magic."