*Aunt Greysteel is probably speaking of the Derwent. On looking up he saw someone striding down the hillsidetowards him; a fairy-tale figure with a large and curious hat upon his headand a staff in his hand. At least, I am not sure he lives there, but I see himwhenever I go to the house. It would be like a common duel with pistols or swords.
Among the Duke's books there were found seven magical texts, all of them extraordinary. This is the man I told you about. Theground here seemed solid enough, but it was unpleasantly wet and he had noidea where the bog was. No one came in answer to Mr Segundus's knock.
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