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he had been longing for something like this，Jill felt frightened. She looked at Scrubb’s face and saw that he was frightened too.
“Come on，Pole,”he said in a breathless voice.
“Can we get back ？ Is it safe ？”asked Jill.
At that moment a voice shouted from behind，a mean， spiteful little voice. “Now then，Pole,”it squeaked. “Everyone knows you’re there. Down you come.”It was the voice of Edith Jackle，not one of Them herself but one of their hangers-on and tale-bearers.
“Quick ！”said Scrubb. “Here. Hold hands. We mustn’t get separated.”And before she quite knew what was happening，he had grabbed her hand and pulled her through the door，out of the school grounds，out of England，out of our whole world into That Place.
The sound of Edith Jackle’s voice stopped as suddenly as the voice on the radio when it is switched off. Instantly there was a quite different sound all about them. It came from those bright things overhead，which now turned out to be birds. They
