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avagely． “I thought you might；after all，she’s your sister as well as my Mother．Well，no matter．I’m jolly well going to ask the Lion himself if he can help me．”And he turned and walked briskly away.Polly waited for a moment and then went after him．
“Here ！ Stop ！ Come back ！ The boy’s gone mad，”said Uncle Andrew．He followed the children at a cautious distance behind；for he didn’t want to get too far away from the green rings or too near the Lion．
In a few minutes Digory came to the edge of the wood and there he stopped．The Lion was singing still．But now the song had once more changed．It was more like what we should call a tune，but it was also far wilder．It made you want to run and jump and climb．It made you want to shout．It made you want to rush at other people and either hug them or fight them．It made Digory hot and red in the face．It had some effect on Uncle Andrew，for Digory could hear him saying，“A spirited gel，sir．It’s a pity about her temper，but a dem fine woman all t
