Secondly， the Witch， in a loud， terrible voice， utterly ifferent from all the sweet tones she had been using up till ow， called out， “What are you doing？ Dare to touch my fire gain， mud.filth， and I’ll turn the blood to fire inside your eins.”
Thirdly， the pain itself made Puddleglum‘s head for a oment perfectly clear and he knew exactly what he really hought. There is nothing like a good shock of pain for issolving certain kinds of magic.
