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n a shirt and trousers with many grunts and groans
roamed over to the window. As usual with hardy country dwellersit was tightly shutand a thick wedge of
paper had been rammed in to keep the sash from rattling. He removed this and flung up the sash. The wind
rollicked inladen with peaty moor scents. He drank it in gladly. It was good to see the jolly old sun after
all--he would have hated to die a sticky death in Peter's Pot. For a few minutes he stood therereturning
thanks vaguely in his mind for the benefits of existence.
Then he withdrew to finish dressing. The wad of paper was still in his handand he was about to fling it into
the firewhen a word caught his eye. He unrolled the paper. As he read it his eyebrows went up and his mouth
pursed itself into an indescribable expression of whimsical enlightenment. Bunterreturning with the hot
waterfound his master transfixedthe paper in one handand his socks in the otherand whistling a
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complicated passage of Bach under his breath.
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under my nose I can't see it. I get a telescopeand look for the explanation in Stapley.