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"
Oh
-
oh
-
oh
!
"
sobbed
Mr
Tumnus
,
"
I
’
m
crying
because
I
’
m
such
a
bad
Faun
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
you
’
re
a
bad
Faun
at
all
,
"
said
Lucy
.
"
I
think
you
are
a
very
good
Faun
.
You
are
the
nicest
Faun
I
’
ve
ever
met
.
"
"
Oh
-
oh
-
you
wouldn
’
t
say
that
if
you
knew
,
"
replied
Mr
Tumnus
between
his
sobs
.
"
No
,
I
’
m
a
bad
Faun
.
I
don
’
t
suppose
there
ever
was
a
worse
Faun
since
the
beginning
of
the
world
.
"
"
But
what
have
you
done
?
"
asked
Lucy
.
"
My
old
father
,
now
,
"
said
Mr
Tumnus
;
"
that
’
s
his
picture
over
the
mantelpiece
.
He
would
never
have
done
a
thing
like
this
.
"
"
A
thing
like
what
?
"
said
Lucy
.
"
Like
what
I
’
ve
done
,
"
said
the
Faun
.
"
Taken
service
under
the
White
Witch
.
That
’
s
what
I
am
.
I
’
m
in
the
pay
of
the
White
Witch
.
"
"
The
White
Witch
?
Who
is
she
?
"
"
Why
,
it
is
she
that
has
got
all
Narnia
under
her
thumb
.
It
’
s
she
that
makes
it
always
winter
.
Always
winter
and
never
Christmas
;
think
of
that
!
"
"
How
awful
!
"
said
Lucy
.
"
But
what
does
she
pay
you
for
?
"
