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The
great
glass
lift
was
now
hovering
high
over
the
town
.
Inside
the
lift
stood
Mr
Wonka
,
Grandpa
Joe
,
and
little
Charlie
.
'
How
I
love
my
chocolate
factory
,
'
said
Mr
Wonka
,
gazing
down
.
Then
he
paused
,
and
he
turned
around
and
looked
at
Charlie
with
a
most
serious
expression
on
his
face
.
'D
o
you
love
it
too
,
Charlie
?
'
he
asked
.
'
Oh
,
yes
,
'
cried
Charlie
,
'
I
think
it
's
the
most
wonderful
place
in
the
whole
world
!
'
'
I
am
very
pleased
to
hear
you
say
that
,
'
said
Mr
Wonka
,
looking
more
serious
than
ever
.
He
went
on
staring
at
Charlie
.
'
Yes
,
'
he
said
,
'
I
am
very
pleased
indeed
to
hear
you
say
that
.
And
now
I
shall
tell
you
why
.
'
Mr
Wonka
cocked
his
head
to
one
side
and
all
at
once
the
tiny
twinkling
wrinkles
of
a
smile
appeared
around
the
corners
of
his
eyes
,
and
he
said
,
'
You
see
,
my
dear
boy
,
I
have
decided
to
make
you
a
present
of
the
whole
place
.
As
soon
as
you
are
old
enough
to
run
it
,
the
entire
factory
will
become
yours
.
'
Charlie
stared
at
Mr
Wonka
.
Grandpa
Joe
opened
his
mouth
to
speak
,
but
no
words
came
out
.
'
It
's
quite
true
,
'
Mr
Wonka
said
,
smiling
broadly
now
.
'
I
really
am
giving
it
to
you
.
That
's
all
right
,
is
n't
it
?
'
'
Giving
it
to
him
?
'
gasped
Grandpa
Joe
.
'
You
must
be
joking
.
'
'
I
'm
not
joking
,
sir
.
I
'm
deadly
serious
.
'
'
But
...
but
...
why
should
you
want
to
give
your
factory
to
little
Charlie
?
'
'
Listen
,
'
Mr
Wonka
said
,
'
I
'm
an
old
man
.
I
'm
much
older
than
you
think
.
I
ca
n't
go
on
for
ever
.
I
've
got
no
children
of
my
own
,
no
family
at
all
.
So
who
is
going
to
run
the
factory
when
I
get
too
old
to
do
it
myself
?
Someone
's
got
to
keep
it
going
--
if
only
for
the
sake
of
the
Oompa-Loompas
.
Mind
you
,
there
are
thousands
of
clever
men
who
would
give
anything
for
the
chance
to
come
in
and
take
over
from
me
,
but
I
do
n't
want
that
sort
of
person
.
I
do
n't
want
a
grown-up
person
at
all
.
A
grown-up
wo
n't
listen
to
me
;
he
wo
n't
learn
.
He
will
try
to
do
things
his
own
way
and
not
mine
.
So
I
have
to
have
a
child
.
I
want
a
good
sensible
loving
child
,
one
to
whom
I
can
tell
all
my
most
precious
sweet-making
secrets
--
while
I
am
still
alive
.
'
