CHAPTER SEVEN
at triumpo camp a great tall pine tree s in a distant valley and al mast. And in t turned c sometimes did after t to everyone, for ty
sides and get obstinate fire.
Sometimes ake a select party for a fly on ts, t- like valleys and far out over to t of darker blue on t be land.
te neo ill more, of liking ot kept Eustace from despair. For it like afraid to be alone o be hers.
On t being used as a -er bottle er. On sucly to constant comforter. t t doo to be out of t ace riking illustration of turn of Fortunes
ed in) s, poets, lovers, astronomers, py into t distressing circumstances, and of did not, pering at time, but it and Eustace never forgot it.
But of course o do o sail. tried not to talk of it he deck?
And ores to to balance,quot; or, quot;ould to;ould o keep up by flying?quot; and (most often of all), quot;But o feed ; And poor Eustace realized more and
more t since t day igated nuisance and t er nuisance still. And te into as t bracelet ate into it only made it o tear at it teet earing no nights.
About six days after to
getting grey so t you could see tree-trunks if t not in tion. As ly he wood.
t at once occurred to ;Are ives on ter all?quot; t it t size - but Caspian to moved.
Edmund made sure t s place and to investigate.
ly to till t it oo small for Caspian and too big for Lucy. It did not run ao cranger ;Is t you, Edmund?”
quot;Yes. ;