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“I wish the Macready would hurry up and take all these people away，”said Susan presently，“I’m getting horribly cramped．”
“And what a filthy smell of camphor ！”said Edmund．
“I expect the pockets of these coats are full of it，”said Susan，“to keep away the moths．”
“There’s something sticking into my back，”said Peter．
“And isn’t it cold ？”said Susan．
“Now that you mention it，it is cold，”said Peter，“and hang it all，it’s wet too．What’s the matter with this place ？ I’m sitting on something wet．It’s getting wetter every minute．”He struggled to his feet．
“Let’s get out，”said Edmund，“they’ve gone．”
“O-o-oh ！”said Susan suddenly，and everyone asked her what was the matter．
“I’m sitting against a tree，”said Susan，“and look ！ It’s getting light-over there．”
“By jove，you’re right，”said Peter，“and look there-and there. It’s trees all round．And this wet stuff is snow．Why，I do believe we’ve got into Lucy’s wood after all．”
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