IN THE WITCHS HOUSE AND now of course you want to know what had happened to Edmund. He had eaten his share of the dinner, but he hadnt really enjoyed it because he was thinking all the time about Turkish Delight - and theres nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food. And he had heard the conversation, and hadnt enjoyed it much either, because he kept on thinking that the others were taking no notice of him and trying to give him the cold shoulder. They werent, but he imagined it.

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