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Charlie
glanced
back
over
his
shoulder
and
saw
the
great
iron
entrance
gates
slowly
closing
behind
him
.
The
crowds
on
the
outside
were
still
pushing
and
shouting
.
Charlie
took
a
last
look
at
them
.
Then
,
as
the
gates
closed
with
a
clang
,
all
sight
of
the
outside
world
disappeared
.
'
Here
we
are
!
'
cried
Mr
Wonka
,
trotting
along
in
front
of
the
group
.
'
Through
this
big
red
door
,
please
!
That
's
right
!
It
's
nice
and
warm
inside
!
I
have
to
keep
it
warm
inside
the
factory
because
of
the
workers
!
My
workers
are
used
to
an
extremely
hot
climate
!
They
ca
n't
stand
the
cold
!
They
'd
perish
if
they
went
outdoors
in
this
weather
!
They
'd
freeze
to
death
!
'
'
But
who
are
these
workers
?
'
asked
Augustus
Gloop
.
'
All
in
good
time
,
my
dear
boy
!
'
said
Mr
Wonka
,
smiling
at
Augustus
.
'
Be
patient
!
You
shall
see
everything
as
we
go
along
!
Are
all
of
you
inside
?
Good
!
Would
you
mind
closing
the
door
?
Thank
you
!
'
Charlie
Bucket
found
himself
standing
in
a
long
corridor
that
stretched
away
in
front
of
him
as
far
as
he
could
see
.
The
corridor
was
so
wide
that
a
car
could
easily
have
been
driven
along
it
.
The
walls
were
pale
pink
,
the
lighting
was
soft
and
pleasant
.
'
How
lovely
and
warm
!
'
whispered
Charlie
.
'
I
know
.
And
what
a
marvellous
smell
!
'
answered
Grandpa
Joe
,
taking
a
long
deep
sniff
.
All
the
most
wonderful
smells
in
the
world
seemed
to
be
mixed
up
in
the
air
around
them
--
the
smell
of
roasting
coffee
and
burnt
sugar
and
melting
chocolate
and
mint
and
violets
and
crushed
hazelnuts
and
apple
blossom
and
caramel
and
lemon
peel
...
And
far
away
in
the
distance
,
from
the
heart
of
the
great
factory
,
came
a
muffled
roar
of
energy
as
though
some
monstrous
gigantic
machine
were
spinning
its
wheels
at
breakneck
speed
.
'N
ow
this
,
my
dear
children
,
'
said
Mr
Wonka
,
raising
his
voice
above
the
noise
,
'
this
is
the
main
corridor
.
Will
you
please
hang
your
coats
and
hats
on
those
pegs
over
there
,
and
then
follow
me
.
That
's
the
way
!
Good
!
Everyone
ready
?
Come
on
,
then
!
Here
we
go
!
'
He
trotted
off
rapidly
down
the
corridor
with
the
tails
of
his
plum-coloured
velvet
coat
flapping
behind
him
,
and
the
visitors
all
hurried
after
him
.