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There lay the pond, set in its little alp of green--only a pond, but large enough to contain the human body, and pure enough to reflect the sky.
Glancing at his hand, in case any of Freddy's chemicals had come off on it, he moved to the writing table.
There was a fitting silence when Miss Lavish had concluded.
Of course, he has all his father's mannerisms, and it is quite possible that he, too, may be a Socialist."
