Jill stared at it. Then she thought that perhaps， after all， he would step back a foot or so from the edge； but she idn‘t like to for fear of what Scrubb would think. Then he suddenly decided that she didn’t care what he thought， nd that she would jolly well get away from that horrible dge and never laugh at anyone for not liking heights again. ut when she tried to move， she found she couldn‘t. Her gs seemed to have turned into putty. Everything was wimming before her eyes.
“What are you doing， Pole？ Come back.blithering little iot！” shouted Scrubb. But his voice seemed to be coming om a long way off. She felt him grabbing at her. But by ow she had no control over her own arms and legs. There as a moment’s struggling on the cliff edge. Jill was too ightened and dizzy to know quite what she was doing， ut two things she remembered as long as she lived （they ften came back to her in dreams）. One was that she had renched herself free of Scrubb‘s clutches； the other was hat， at the same moment， Eustace himself， with a terrified cream， had lost his balance and gone hurtling to the epths.
