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My name is Jonathan Strange. rrell thought he understood the sort ofman this Strange must be: a fashionable, shallow sort of man, a man notunlike Lascelles himself. On a bleak February day Vinculus was in his magician's booth beside thechurch of St Christopher Le Stocks. What does he imagine he will have left? If you get rid of JohnUskglass you will be left holding the empty air.

Oh! I do not care about his crimes against other people! I care about hiscrimes against me! He ought not to be here. Poorsoul! The sick in body may sometimes find respite in sleep, but I knewinstinctively that this man's demons would follow him even into his dreams. I think I turned into Lascelles or Drawlight! How perfectlyhorrible! The next morning Stephen Black had business to conduct for Sir Walter. He made an eloquent gesture, as if he had crumpled London into a ball inhis hand and thrown it away.