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第7章 到了拍拖的年纪

“Certainly, good lady!” cried Sir Cadogan.

“Double-locked and chained,” replied Crackit, who, with the

“... that necklace... can you remember who gave it to you now?”

“All right,” cried Sikes, glancing cautiously about.

“As I was saying: if Monsieur Manette had not died; if he had

“Ah, to be sure, my dear,” replied the Jew.

“But you didn't return when he came back, you didn't fly back to him at once when you felt the Dark Mark burn —”

“HAGGER?”

“Ah, starting Divination, are you?” said the manager, stripping off his gloves and leading Harry into the back of the shop, where there was a corner devoted to fortune-telling. A small table was stacked with volumes such as Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks and Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul.