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if the whole were moved by a single lever. 
There was a rush and a swirl in the water 
beneath them, and the sleek head of an otter 
shot up, whistled his chagrin at being beaten, 
and dived again. 
‘Wheu-wheu !’ cried the wigeon as they 
whirled out to sea. They are there now— 
asleep on the lap of the ocean. Go and see. 
