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Sat
at
the
window
and
sewed
.
She
cried
,
'
Look
!
who
's
that
handsome
man
?
'
They
answered
,
'
Mr.
Toad
.
'
"
There
was
a
great
deal
more
of
the
same
sort
,
but
too
dreadfully
conceited
to
be
written
down
.
These
are
some
of
the
milder
verses
.
He
sang
as
he
walked
,
and
he
walked
as
he
sang
,
and
got
more
inflated
every
minute
.
But
his
pride
was
shortly
to
have
a
severe
fall
.
After
some
miles
of
country
lanes
he
reached
the
high
road
,
and
as
he
turned
into
it
and
glanced
along
its
white
length
,
he
saw
approaching
him
a
speck
that
turned
into
a
dot
and
then
into
a
blob
,
and
then
into
something
very
familiar
;
and
a
double
note
of
warning
,
only
too
well
known
,
fell
on
his
delighted
ear
.
"
This
is
something
like
!
"
said
the
excited
Toad
.
"
This
is
real
life
again
,
this
is
once
more
the
great
world
from
which
I
have
been
missed
so
long
!
I
will
hail
them
,
my
brothers
of
the
wheel
,
and
pitch
them
a
yarn
,
of
the
sort
that
has
been
so
successful
hitherto
;
and
they
will
give
me
a
lift
,
of
course
,
and
then
I
will
talk
to
them
some
more
;
and
,
perhaps
,
with
luck
,
it
may
even
end
in
my
driving
up
to
Toad
Hall
in
a
motor-car
!
That
will
be
one
in
the
eye
for
Badger
!
"
He
stepped
confidently
out
into
the
road
to
hail
the
motor-car
,
which
came
along
at
an
easy
pace
,
slowing
down
as
it
neared
the
lane
;
when
suddenly
he
became
very
pale
,
his
heart
turned
to
water
,
his
knees
shook
and
yielded
under
him
,
and
he
doubled
up
and
collapsed
with
a
sickening
pain
in
his
interior
.
And
well
he
might
,
the
unhappy
animal
;
for
the
approaching
car
was
the
very
one
he
had
stolen
out
of
the
yard
of
the
Red
Lion
Hotel
on
that
fatal
day
when
all
his
troubles
began
!
And
the
people
in
it
were
the
very
same
people
he
had
sat
and
watched
at
luncheon
in
the
coffee-room
!
He
sank
down
in
a
shabby
,
miserable
heap
in
the
road
,
murmuring
to
himself
in
his
despair
,
"
It
's
all
up
!
It
's
all
over
now
!
Chains
and
policemen
again
!
Prison
again
!
Dry
bread
and
water
again
!
O
,
what
a
fool
I
have
been
!
What
did
I
want
to
go
strutting
about
the
country
for
,
singing
conceited
songs
,
and
hailing
people
in
broad
day
on
the
high
road
,
instead
of
hiding
till
nightfall
and
slipping
home
quietly
by
back
ways
!
O
hapless
Toad
!
O
ill-fated
animal
!
"
