Everythingwas washed away like mud from a stone. The mystified fishermensailed out until all that could be seen in any direction was a shifting mass ofgrey water confined by walls of dull, grey mist. The gentleman with the thistle-down hair spread his hands in a gesture ofthe utmost candour. Tall treessheltered it from storms and winds yet at the same lime they made it darkand solemn.
Oh! said Strange. Surely it cannot really have been the samedream? Oh! But I fear it is, said Mr Segundus with a sigh. A saltcellar,a rowan-tree, a fragment of the consecrated host -- these all make me feeldecidedly unsettled. Whether he intended to show it toStrange or Norrell, he had not yet decided.
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