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There
was
nothing
else
in
the
room
at
all
except
a
dead
blue
-
bottle
on
the
window
-
sill
.
"
Nothing
there
!
"
said
Peter
,
and
they
all
trooped
out
again
-
all
except
Lucy
.
She
stayed
behind
because
she
thought
it
would
be
worth
while
trying
the
door
of
the
wardrobe
,
even
though
she
felt
almost
sure
that
it
would
be
locked
.
To
her
surprise
it
opened
quite
easily
,
and
two
moth
-
balls
dropped
out
.
Looking
into
the
inside
,
she
saw
several
coats
hanging
up
-
mostly
long
fur
coats
.
There
was
nothing
Lucy
liked
so
much
as
the
smell
and
feel
of
fur
.
She
immediately
stepped
into
the
wardrobe
and
got
in
among
the
coats
and
rubbed
her
face
against
them
,
leaving
the
door
open
,
of
course
,
because
she
knew
that
it
is
very
foolish
to
shut
oneself
into
any
wardrobe
.
Soon
she
went
further
in
and
found
that
there
was
a
second
row
of
coats
hanging
up
behind
the
first
one
.
It
was
almost
quite
dark
in
there
and
she
kept
her
arms
stretched
out
in
front
of
her
so
as
not
to
bump
her
face
into
the
back
of
the
wardrobe
.
She
took
a
step
further
in
-
then
two
or
three
steps
always
expecting
to
feel
woodwork
against
the
tips
of
her
fingers
.
But
she
could
not
feel
it
.
"
This
must
be
a
simply
enormous
wardrobe
!
"
thought
Lucy
,
going
still
further
in
and
pushing
the
soft
folds
of
the
coats
aside
to
make
room
for
her
.
Then
she
noticed
that
there
was
something
crunching
under
her
feet
.
"
I
wonder
is
that
more
mothballs
?
"
she
thought
,
stooping
down
to
feel
it
with
her
hand
.
But
instead
of
feeling
the
hard
,
smooth
wood
of
the
floor
of
the
wardrobe
,
she
felt
something
soft
and
powdery
and
extremely
cold
.
"
This
is
very
queer
,
"
she
said
,
and
went
on
a
step
or
two
further
.
Next
moment
she
found
that
what
was
rubbing
against
her
face
and
hands
was
no
longer
soft
fur
but
something
hard
and
rough
and
even
prickly
.
"
Why
,
it
is
just
like
branches
of
trees
!
"
exclaimed
Lucy
.
And
then
she
saw
that
there
was
a
light
ahead
of
her
;
not
a
few
inches
away
where
the
back
of
the
wardrobe
ought
to
have
been
,
but
a
long
way
off
.
Something
cold
and
soft
was
falling
on
her
.
A
moment
later
she
found
that
she
was
standing
in
the
middle
of
a
wood
at
night
-
time
with
snow
under
her
feet
and
snowflakes
falling
through
the
air
.
Lucy
felt
a
little
frightened
,
but
she
felt
very
inquisitive
and
excited
as
well
.
She
looked
back
over
her
shoulder
and
there
,
between
the
dark
tree
trunks
;
she
could
still
see
the
open
doorway
of
the
wardrobe
and
even
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
empty
room
from
which
she
had
set
out
.
(
She
had
,
of
course
,
left
the
door
open
,
for
she
knew
that
it
is
a
very
silly
thing
to
shut
oneself
into
a
wardrobe
.
)
It
seemed
to
be
still
daylight
there
.
"
I
can
always
get
back
if
anything
goes
wrong
,
"
thought
Lucy
.
She
began
to
walk
forward
,
crunch
-
crunch
over
the
snow
and
through
the
wood
towards
the
other
light
.
In
about
ten
minutes
she
reached
it
and
found
it
was
a
lamp
-
post
.
As
she
stood
looking
at
it
,
wondering
why
there
was
a
lamp
-
post
in
the
middle
of
a
wood
and
wondering
what
to
do
next
,
she
heard
a
pitter
patter
of
feet
coming
towards
her
.
And
soon
after
that
a
very
strange
person
stepped
out
from
among
the
trees
into
the
light
of
the
lamp
-
post
.
He
was
only
a
little
taller
than
Lucy
herself
and
he
carried
over
his
head
an
umbrella
,
white
with
snow
.
From
the
waist
upwards
he
was
like
a
man
,
but
his
legs
were
shaped
like
a
goat
’
s
(
the
hair
on
them
was
glossy
black
)
and
instead
of
feet
he
had
goat
’
s
hoofs
.
He
also
had
a
tail
,
but
Lucy
did
not
notice
this
at
first
because
it
was
neatly
caught
up
over
the
arm
that
held
the
umbrella
so
as
to
keep
it
from
trailing
in
the
snow
.
He
had
a
red
woollen
muffler
round
his
neck
and
his
skin
was
rather
reddish
too
.
He
had
a
strange
,
but
pleasant
little
face
,
with
a
short
pointed
beard
and
curly
hair
,
and
out
of
the
hair
there
stuck
two
horns
,
one
on
each
side
of
his
forehead
.
One
of
his
hands
,
as
I
have
said
,
held
the
umbrella
:
in
the
other
arm
he
carried
several
brown
-
paper
parcels
.
What
with
the
parcels
and
the
snow
it
looked
just
as
if
he
had
been
doing
his
Christmas
shopping
.
He
was
a
Faun
.
And
when
he
saw
Lucy
he
gave
such
a
start
of
surprise
that
he
dropped
all
his
parcels
.
"
Goodness
gracious
me
!
"
exclaimed
the
Faun
.
"
Good
evening
,
"
said
Lucy
.
But
the
Faun
was
so
busy
picking
up
its
parcels
that
at
first
it
did
not
reply
.
When
it
had
finished
it
made
her
a
little
bow
.
