"One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what u said. But there's one thing meer to be said, even so. Suppose we HAVE only dreamed, of made up, all those things--trees and gras and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a goid deal meer important than the real ones. Suppose this black...
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