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Upon my word, there is nothing in the world so easy to explain as failure – it is, after all, what every body does all the time.”
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.”
Houses, like people, are apt to become rather eccentric if left too much on their own;
“Their work!” scoffed Vinculus. “Theirs? Do you still not understand? They are the spell John Uskglass is doing. That is all they have ever been. And he is doing it now!”
He nodded and seemed about to depart, but then he hesitated. “Bell,” he said, “do not wear black. Do not be a widow. Be happy. That is how I wish to think of you.” “I promise. And how shall I think of you?” He considered a moment and then laughed. “Think of me with my nose in a book!” They kissed once. Then he turned upon his heel and disappeared into the Darkness.
