chater eight the fight at the -t (第4/14页)
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s it the end ？ I can’t bear it．It’s not fair．I never meant to be a Magician．It’s all a misunderstanding． It’s all my godmother’s fault；I must protest against this．In my state of health too．A very old Dorsetshire family．
“Bother ！”thought Digory．“We didn’t want to bring him along．My hat，what a picnic．Are you there，Polly ？”
“Yes，I’m here．Don’t keep on shoving．”
“I’m not，”began Digory，but before he could say anything more，their heads came out into the warm，green sunshine of the wood．And as they stepped out of the pool Polly cried out：
“Oh look ！ We’ve brought the old horse with us too．And Mr .Ketterley．And the Cabby．This is a pretty kettle of fish ！”
As soon as the Witch saw that she was once more in the wood she turned pale and bent down till her face touched the mane of the horse．You could see she felt deadly sick．Uncle Andrew was shivering．But Strawberry，the horse，shook his head，gave a cheerful whinny，and seemed to feel better．He became quiet for the
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