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He saw the Toad crouching at the foot of the wall, shaking, dissolving,
speeding up his shrill incantations, protecting his dimming face with his
transparent arm, and Krug ran towards him, and just a fraction of an
instant before another and better bullet hit him, he shouted again: You, you
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and the wall vanished, like a rapidly withdrawn slide, and I stretched myself and
got up from among the chaos of written and rewritten pages, to investigate
the sudden twang that something had made in striking the wire netting of my
window.
from Bend Sinister, page 216
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