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nt；not talking．”
There was certainly plenty to watch and to listen to．The tree which Digory had noticed was now a full-grown beech whose branches swayed gently above his head．They stood on cool， green grass，sprinkled with daisies and buttercups．A little way off，along the river bank，willows were growing．On the other side tangles of flowering currant，lilac，wild rose，and rhododendron closed them in．The horse was tearing up delicious mouthfuls of new grass．
All this time the Lion’s song，and his stately prowl，to and fro，backwards and forwards，was going on．What was rather alarming was that at each turn he came a little nearer．Polly was finding the song more and more interesting because she thought she was beginning to see the connection between the music and the things that were happening．When a line of dark firs sprang up on a ridge about a hundred yards away she felt that they were connected with a series of deep，prolonged notes which the Lion had sung a second before．And whe
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