About twenty feet from the thrones， they stopped. Scrubb nd Jill made an awkward attempt at a bow （girls are not ught how to curtsey at Experiment House） and the young iant carefully put Puddleglum down on the floor， where he ollapsed into a sort of sitting position. With his long limbs e looked， to tell the truth， uncommonly like a large spider.
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“Go on， Pole， do your stuff，” whispered Scrubb.
Jill found that her mouth was so dry that she couldn’t speak a word. She nodded savagely at Scrubb.
Thinking to himself that he would never forgive her （or Puddleglum either）， Scrubb licked his lips and shouted up to the King giant.
“If you please， Sire， the Lady of the Green Kirtle salutes you by us and said you‘d like to have us for your Autumn Feast.”