Man, he said, you are white as a milk pudding andshivering fit to break yourself in pieces! I am cold, said the new manservant. A lady and gentlemanwalking along together suddenly sprouted twigs in every direction andbecame an elder-bush, a dog became a shaggy clump of dry bracken. So he picked up his map, climbed out of the ditch and made his wayto the crossroads where the Duke's military secretary, Lord Fitzroy Somerset,was looking about him with an anxious air. Earth and sky were blended together in the same insubstantial greyelement.
But why? asked another. Mr Norrell? said Lady Pole. Winter-dry and brown they were, turning ina wind that had come out of nowhere. He was a vigorous-looking, active sort of man of fifty or so years,dressed in the stout clothes and boots of a gentleman-farmer.
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