Or something like dawn. The stout gentleman turned and saw Stephen. William Hadley-Bright and Henry Purfois were both tall and handsome,while Tom Levy was a small, slight figure with dark hair and eyes. He remembered awindmill he had seen near Hereford with a child's red cloak caught up on oneof the sails.
He was rather less than fifteen years old. Then, most disconcerting of all, he plucked Mr Norrell's wig from hishead and looked underneath, as if Mr Norrell were a cooking pot on the fireand he wished to know what was for dinner. They were rutted and ill-maintained; one was scarcely morethan a cart-track. The other gentleman (who was several yearsyounger) was plagued by his boots, which seemed to have developed opinionsof their own.
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