Of course if you can't like me you can't, but you ought to try.

Say it after me, won't you ?' Her tone was so kind and persuading that he found himself saying after her, 'I, Philip, agree to try and like you, Lucy, and to stand by you till we're out of this, and always to act the part of a noble friend to you.

And it's real Pax.

Shake hands.' 'Now then,' said he when they had shaken hands, and Lucy uttered these words: 'Don't you see?
It's your own city that we're in, your own city that you built on the tables in the drawing-room?
It's all got big by magic, so that we could get in.

Look,' she pointed out of the window, 'see that great golden dome, that's one of the brass finger-bowls, and that white building's my old model of St.Paul's.