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said this. But when they had said it and Jill looked round and saw the dull autumn sky and heard the drip off the leaves and thought of all the hopelessness of Experiment House（it was a thirteen-week term and there were still eleven weeks to come）she said：
“But after all，what’s the good ？ We’re not there：we’re here. And we jolly well can’t get there. Or can we ？”
“That’s what I’ve been wondering,”said Eustace. “When we came back from That Place，Someone said that the two Pevensie kids（that’s my two cousins）could never go there again. It was their third time，you see. I suppose they’ve had their share. But he never said I couldn’t. Surely he would have said so，unless he meant that I was to get back ？ And I can’t help wondering，can
we—could we—？”
“Do you mean，do something to make it happen ？”
Eustace nodded.
“You mean we might draw a circle on the ground—and write in queer letters in it—and stand inside it—and recite charms and spells ？”
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