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as the wood was silent again Susan and Lucy crept out onto the open hilltop．The moon was getting low and thin clouds were passing across her，but still they could see the shape of the Lion lying dead in his bonds．And down they both knelt in the wet grass and kissed his cold face and stroked his beautiful fur-what was left of it-and cried till they could cry no more．And then they looked at each other and held each other’s hands for mere loneliness and cried again；and then again were silent．At last Lucy said，
“I can’t bear to look at that horrible muzzle．I wonder could we take if off ？”
So they tried．And after a lot of working at it（for their fingers were cold and it was now the darkest part of the night）they succeeded．And when they saw his face without it they burst out crying again and kissed it and fondled it and wiped away the blood and the foam as well as they could．And it was all more lonely and hopeless and horrid than I know how to describe．
“I wonder could w
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