“There’s nothing whatever to be afraid of yet，” Lucy told herself. And certainly it was a quiet， sunlit passage； perhaps a bit too quiet. It would have been nicer if there had not been strange signs painted in scarlet on the doors.twisty， complicated things which obviously had a meaning and itightn‘t be a very nice meaning either. It would have been icer still if there weren’t those masks hanging on the wall. ot that they were exactly ugly.or not so very ugly.but he empty eye.holes did look queer， and if you let yourself ou would soon start imagining that the masks were doing hings as soon as your back was turned to them.
