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Firle, lying under a tree on a thick brown and green 

 turf, soothed by the musical sounds of blackbird and 

 blackcap, I fell into a very pleasant doze, and that 



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when my eyes began gradually to open they rested on 

 a silvery grey sinuous streak on the grass, close to my 

 face. First I took it for a ribbon, then a cord, and 



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