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still as if she had been turned into stone,with her mouth wide open. And she had a very good reason;just on this side of the stream lay the lion.
It lay with its head raised and its two fore-paws out in front of it,like the lions in Trafalgar Square. She knew at once that it had seen her,for its eyes looked straight into hers for a moment and then turned away—as if it knew her quite well and didn’t think much of her.
“If I run away,it’ll be after me in a moment,”thought Jill. “And if I go on,I shall run straight into its mouth.”Anyway,she couldn’t have moved if she had tried,and she couldn’t take her eyes off it. How long this lasted,she could not be sure;it seemed like hours. And the thirst became so bad that she almost felt she would not mind being eaten by the lion if only she could be sure of getting a mouthful of water first.
“If you’re thirsty,you may drink.”
They were the first words she had heard since Scrubb had spoken to her on the edge of the clif