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hat shone like dark green glass．To look at， this last sea was very like the Arctic；and if their eyes had not by now grown as strong as eagles’ the sun on all that whiteness— especially at early morning when the sun was hugest—would have been unbearable．And every evening the same whiteness made the daylight last longer．There seemed no end to the lilies．Day after day from all those miles and leagues of flowers there rose a smell which Lucy found it very hard to describe；sweet—yes，but not at all sleepy or overpowering，a fresh，wild，lonely smell that seemed to get into your brain and make you feel that you could go up mountains at a run or wrestle with an elephant．She and Caspian said to one another，“I feel that I can’t stand much more of this， yet I don’t want it to stop．”
They took soundings very often but it was only several days later that the water became shallower．After that it went on getting shallower．There came a day when they had to row out of the current and feel their way
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