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harder to think. Secondly，she took out a musical instrument rather like a mandolin. She began to play it with her fingers—a steady，monotonous thrumming that you didn’t notice after a few minutes. But the less you noticed it，the more it got into your brain and your blood. This also made it hard to think. After she had thrummed for a time（and the sweet smell was now strong）she began speaking in a sweet，quiet voice.
“Narnia ？”she said. “Narnia ？ I have often heard your Lordship utter that name in your ravings. Dear Prince，you are very sick. There is no land called Narnia.”
“Yes there is，though，Ma’am,”said Puddleglum. “You see，I happen to have lived there all my life.”
“Indeed,”said the Witch. “Tell me，I pray you，where that country is ？”
“Up there,”said Puddleglum，stoutly，pointing overhead. “I— I don’t know exactly where.”
“How ？”said the Queen，with a kind，soft，musical laugh. “Is there a country up among the stones and mortar of the roof ？”
“No,”s
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