The voices coming closer and Mr. Norrell gripping her shoulder does cause Elizabeth to panic. The fog isn't enough, they need to get the other witches out of the alley-- quickly before they come further in. She bows her head into her jacket and starts muttering quickly to herself.
Furious barking cuts through the quiet of the alley, and the witches jump back. Through the haze, they can barely make out the shape of a medium-sized dog, growling and barking, standing crouched over a litter of pups. After some brief discussion, they decide not to agitate the mother and leave.
Elizabeth holds onto the illusion as long as she can, but once she and Norrell are alone, she can't make herself sit upright and blood is dripping out of her nose.
"Really haven't had too much practice with that one..."
NO I SHOULD DEF READ THE BOOK thank you for the reminder 83
...she just drove her motorbike at them first.
It's an important distinction.
The voices coming closer and Mr. Norrell gripping her shoulder does cause Elizabeth to panic. The fog isn't enough, they need to get the other witches out of the alley-- quickly before they come further in. She bows her head into her jacket and starts muttering quickly to herself.
Furious barking cuts through the quiet of the alley, and the witches jump back. Through the haze, they can barely make out the shape of a medium-sized dog, growling and barking, standing crouched over a litter of pups. After some brief discussion, they decide not to agitate the mother and leave.
Elizabeth holds onto the illusion as long as she can, but once she and Norrell are alone, she can't make herself sit upright and blood is dripping out of her nose.
"Really haven't had too much practice with that one..."