“What！” cried the gnome， opening its ridiculous mouth ider and wider in astonishment. “Dead？ The Witch dead？ nd by your Honour’s hand？” It gave a huge sigh of relief nd added， “Why， then your Honour is a friend！”
The Prince withdrew his sword an inch or so. Puddleglum t the creature sit up. It looked round on the four travellers ith its twinkling， red eyes， chuckled once or twice， and egan.
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