CHAPTER THREE
t made Scrubb look so dingy (and Jill too, if ster describe t once.
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Fartood once kneo be tiers. t for t , t ; one in every five hings you never see in our world.
Fauns, satyrs, centaurs: Jill could give a name to tures of them.
Doo. And t of animals s t from tance, stood on t quite apart from t, t. You could see by t talk and t as well as you could.
quot;Golly!quot; t Jill. quot;So its true after all.quot; But next moment s;I ; For s noticed, on tskirts of ts and some people o at all.
At t moment Aslan and to ten all about t half-hour.
quot;Scrubb!quot; s;Scrubb, quick! Do you see anyone you know?”
quot;So youve turned up again, ; said Scrubb disagreeably (for , cant you? I to listen.”
quot;Dont be a fool,quot; said Jill. quot;t a moment to lose. Dont you see some old friend to go and speak to once.”
quot; are you talking about?quot; said Scrubb.
quot;Its Aslan - t to,quot; sai