Claude Monet Custom Officer's Cabin at Varengville

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, there you are,’ said Dibbler. He put his arms around their shoulders as they stood up, and gave them a sort of hug. ‘You young people, always going off alone together,’ he said archly. ‘Great business. Great business. Very romantic. the slow brown river. Crocodiles dozed on the mudflats.
Nature was holding its breath.
A cooing broke out in the pigeon loft of Azhural N’choate, stock dealer. He stopped dozing on the veranda, and went over to see what had caused the excitement.
In the vast pens behind the shack a few threadbare bewilderbeests, marked down for a quick sale, yawning and cudding in the heat, looked up in alarm as N’choate leapt the veranda steps in one bound and tore towards them. let’s do it.’ ‘See what I mean?’ muttered Gaspode, very quietly. When you knew what you were looking for, you couldn’t miss it. In the centre of both of Dibbler’s eyes was a tiny golden star. In the heartlands of the great dark continent of Klatch the air was heavy and pregnant with the promise of the coming monsoon.