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"
Come
on
,
"
said
Jane
.
"
Something
's
happening
.
"
And
she
began
to
rummage
for
some
clothes
in
the
darkness
.
"
Hurry
!
"
called
the
voice
again
.
"
Oh
dear
,
all
I
can
find
is
my
sailor
hat
and
a
pair
of
gloves
!
"
said
Michael
,
running
round
the
room
pulling
at
drawers
and
feeling
along
shelves
.
"
Those
'll
do
.
Put
them
on
.
It
is
n't
cold
.
Come
on
.
"
Jane
herself
had
only
been
able
to
find
a
little
coat
of
John
's
,
but
she
squeezed
her
arms
into
it
and
opened
the
door
.
There
was
nobody
there
,
but
they
seemed
to
hear
something
hurrying
away
down
the
stairs
.
Jane
and
Michael
followed
.
Whatever
it
was
,
or
whoever
it
was
,
kept
continually
in
front
of
them
.
They
never
saw
it
,
but
they
had
the
distinct
sensation
of
being
led
on
and
on
by
something
that
constantly
beckoned
them
to
follow
.
Presently
they
were
in
the
Lane
,
their
slippers
making
a
soft
hissing
noise
on
the
pavement
as
they
scurried
along
.
"
Hurry
!
"
urged
the
voice
again
from
a
near-by
corner
,
but
when
they
turned
it
they
could
still
see
nothing
.
They
began
to
run
,
hand
in
hand
,
following
the
voice
down
streets
,
through
alley-ways
,
under
arches
and
across
Parks
until
,
panting
and
breathless
,
they
were
brought
to
a
standstill
beside
a
large
turnstile
in
a
wall
.
"
Here
you
are
!
"
said
the
voice
.
"
Where
?
"
called
Michael
to
it
.
But
there
was
no
reply
.
Jane
moved
towards
the
turnstile
,
dragging
Michael
by
the
hand
.
"
Look
!
"
she
said
.
"
Do
n't
you
see
where
we
are
?
It
's
the
Zoo
!
"
