chater ix the begng f uncle andrew’ truble (第5/16页)
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shrimp of a creature beside the Witch．And yet，as Polly said after wards， there was a sort of likeness between her face and his，something in the expression．It was the look that all wicked Magicians have， the“Mark”which Jadis had said she could not find in Digory’s face．One good thing about seeing the two together was that you would never again be afraid of Uncle Andrew，any more than you’d be afraid of a worm after you had met a rattlesnake or afraid of a cow after you had met a mad bull．
“Pooh ！”thought Digory to himself．“Him a Magician ！
Not much．Now she’s the real thing．”
Uncle Andrew kept on rubbing his hands and bowing．He was trying to say something very polite，but his mouth had gone all dry so that he could not speak．His“experiment”with the rings， as he called it，was turning out more successful than he liked：for though he had dabbled in Magic for years he had always left all the dangers（as far as one can）to other people．Nothing at all like this had ever happene
