CHAPTER EIGHT
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quot;Ive kno; said Mrs Beaver.
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quot;s t to do ?quot; asked Peter.
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t;? side? and to t.
teadily, te blanket, and from re of t t, plunging o t ne round tion. quot;Edmund! Edmund!quot; till t tly falling snoo muffle t even an echo in answer.
quot;ly dreadful!quot; said Susan as t last came back in despair. quot;Oh, how I wish wed never come.”
quot; on earto do, Mr Beaver?quot; said Peter.
quot;Do?quot; said Mr Beaver, ;do? e must be off at once. e a moment to spare!”
quot;ed better divide into four searcies,quot; said Peter, quot;and all go in different directions. come back once and-”
quot;Searcies, Son of