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get there in time，we must，we must. We’ll die if we’re shut out on a night like this.”
“Well，it isn’t exactly a night，not yet,”began Puddleglum； but the two children both said，“Come on,”and began stumbling forward on the slippery tableland as quickly as their legs would carry them. The Marsh-wiggle followed them：still talking，but now that they were forcing their way into the wind again，they could not have heard him even if they had wanted to. And they didn’t want. They were thinking of baths and beds and hot drinks； and the idea of coming to Harfang too late and being shut out was almost unbearable.
In spite of their haste，it took them a long time to cross the flat top of that hill. And even when they had crossed it，there were still several ledges to climb down on the far side. But at last they reached the bottom and could see what Harfang was like.
It stood on a high crag，and in spite of its many towers was more a huge house than a castle. Obviously，the Gentle Gian
