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Unformatted text preview: Euphony "Now red points glow in every face. They comfort me: it looks as though there were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace." "Outside the window the wind blows and the chestnut trees rustle." Cacophony "But first you have to give the Froggies a good hiding." "The storm lashes us, out of the confusion of grey and yellow the hail of splinters whips forth the child-like cries of the wounded, and in the night shattered life groans painfully into silence." Slang "And now get on with it, you old blubber-sticker, and don't you miscount either." "You get off scot free, of course." "That cooked his goose." "Kat has lost all his fun since we have been here, which is bad, for Kat is an old front-hog, and can smell what is coming."...
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- Fall '08