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he Lion came on．Its walk was neither slower nor faster than before；you could not tell whether it even knew it had been hit．Though its soft pads made no noise，you could feel the earth shake beneath their weight．
The Witch shrieked and ran：in a few moments she was out of sight among the trees．Uncle Andrew turned to do likewise， tripped over a root，and fell flat on his face in a little brook that ran down to join the river．The children could not move．They were not even quite sure that they wanted to．The Lion paid no attention to them．Its huge red mouth was open，but open in song not in a snarl．It passed by them so close that they could have touched its mane．They were terribly afraid it would turn and look at them，yet in some queer way they wished it would．But for all the notice it took of them they might just as well have been invisible and unsmellable．When it had passed them and gone a few paces further it turned，passed them again，and continued its march eastward．
Uncle Andr
