CHAPTER FIFTEEN THE END OF THIS STORY AND THE BEGINNING OF ALL THE OTHERS(1 / 3)

Both the children were looking up into the Lion’s face as he spoke the words.And all at ohey never kly how it happehe face emed to be a a of tossing gold in which they were floating, and such a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them aered them that they felt they had never really been happy or wi ood, or even alive and awake, before.And the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid ry, the thought of all that golden goodness, and the feeling that it was still there, quite clo, just round some er or just behind some door, would e bad make them sure, deep down ihat all was well. minute all three of them(Uncle Andreake)came tumbling into the noi, heat, and hot smells of London.

They were on the pavement outside the Ketterleys’front door, and except that the Witch, the Hor, and the Cabby were gone, everything was exactly as they had left it.There was the lamp-post, with one arm missing;there was the wreck of the hansom cab;and there was the crowd.Everyone was still talking and people were kneeling beside the damaged poli, saying things like,“He’s ing round”or“How do you feel now, old chap?”or“The Ambulance will be here in a jiffy.”

Both the children were looking up into the Lion’s face as he spoke the words.And all at ohey never kly how it happehe face emed to be a a of tossing gold in which they were floating, and such a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them aered them that they felt they had never really been happy or wi ood, or even alive and awake, before.And the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid ry, the thought of all that golden goodness, and the feeling that it was still there, quite clo, just round some er or just behind some door, would e bad make them sure, deep down ihat all was well. minute all three of them(Uncle Andreake)came tumbling into the noi, heat, and hot smells of London.

They were on the pavement outside the Ketterleys’front door, and except that the Witch, the Hor, and the Cabby were gone, everything was exactly as they had left it.There was the lamp-post, with one arm missing;there was the wreck of the hansom cab;and there was the crowd.Everyone was still talking and people were kneeling beside the damaged poli, saying things like,“He’s ing round”or“How do you feel now, old chap?”or“The Ambulance will be here in a jiffy.”