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Mary stood still for a moment or two, gazing after them, or rather gazing at the place where they had been. She felt, as she would have said herself, "rather funny"; not frightened exactly, and certainly very curious to see what was going to happen next, but just a _little_ timid about making the plunge into the dark mysterious depths of the forest.
But it was now or never.