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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    O BE tAKEN IN   tIRIAN  - or  if ime to t  all - t ttle tcable, about t long and six feet  y tood on grass, tly on t of a day in early summer. Not far arees, t under every leaf t t yellos suc made tirian feel t it must be autumn but t told  could not be later torees.

    Everyone raised o pick t  liked t iful t eac quot;It cant  be meant for me...  surely  alloo pluck it.”

    quot;Its all rig; said Peter. quot;I kno Im  sure, quite sure, . Ive a feeling  to try whing is  allowed.”

    quot;; said Eustace. And to eat.

    like? Unfortunately no one can describe a taste. All I  can say is t, compared s, t grapefruit youve ever eaten  orange  melting pear  raones, and no  fruit, all t taste like  medicines after it.

    But I cant describe it. You cant find out  is like unless you can  get to t country and taste it for yourself.

    en enougace said to King Peter, quot;You  yet  told us   going to, urned up.”

    quot;t muco tell,quot; said Peter. quot;Edmund and I anding on tform and rain coming in. I remember t aking too fast. And I remember t  our people rain t kno it -”

    quot;Your people, ; said tirian.

    quot;I mean my Father - Edmunds and Lucys and mine.”

    quot;; asked Jill. quot;You dont mean to say t  Narnia?”

    quot;O o do o  Bristol. Id only  morning. But Edmund said to be  going by t train.quot; (Edmund  of person w railways.)

    quot;And w ; said Jill.

    quot;ell, its not very easy to describe, is it, Edmund?qu
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