“I hope your bacon burns,” Calcifer said, muffled under the pan.
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Calcifer went to sleep, in the way fires do, sinking among the logs until they were rosy cylinders plated with white ash, with only a hint of blue and green deep underneath.
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“No, but I was thinking that people who run away from everything deserve every cold they get,” Sophie said.
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Sophie began to feel that Wizard Howl and the Witch of the Waste should get together.
“They seem to be made for one another. Someone ought to arrange a match,” she remarked to the hat she was trimming at that moment.
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Howl’s voice was presently heard shouting weakly, “Help me, someone! I’m dying from neglect up here!”
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“I’ll make some hot buttered toast,” she said.
“Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy?” Howl asked.
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I wondered whether to ask her if she would mind everywhere being covered with green slime when Howl’s hair went wrong; or if she minded coping with a man who had head colds like a drama queen; or being twisted round Howl’s little finger; or would it worry her that the man was a terrible coward; or always falling in love with other women;
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Howl coughed piteously. “I shall go in disguise, probably as another corpse,” he said, trailing back toward the stairs
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Then he stood up. “I feel ill,” he announced. “I’m going to bed, where I may die.” He tottered piteously to the stairs. “Bury me beside Mrs. Pentstemmon,” he croaked as he went up them to bed
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“Annoyed?” said Sophie. “Why should I be annoyed? Someone only filled the castle with rotten aspic, and deafened everyone in Porthaven, and scared Calcifer to a cinder, and broke a few hundred hearts. Why should that annoy me?”