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"
It
's
toffee
,
"
murmured
Mr.
Bowley
--
(
and
the
car
went
in
at
the
gates
and
nobody
looked
at
it
)
,
and
shutting
off
the
smoke
,
away
and
away
it
rushed
,
and
the
smoke
faded
and
assembled
itself
round
the
broad
white
shapes
of
the
clouds
.
It
had
gone
;
it
was
behind
the
clouds
.
There
was
no
sound
.
The
clouds
to
which
the
letters
E
,
G
,
or
L
had
attached
themselves
moved
freely
,
as
if
destined
to
cross
from
West
to
East
on
a
mission
of
the
greatest
importance
which
would
never
be
revealed
,
and
yet
certainly
so
it
was
--
a
mission
of
the
greatest
importance
.
Then
suddenly
,
as
a
train
comes
out
of
a
tunnel
,
the
aeroplane
rushed
out
of
the
clouds
again
,
the
sound
boring
into
the
ears
of
all
people
in
the
Mall
,
in
the
Green
Park
,
in
Piccadilly
,
in
Regent
Street
,
in
Regent
's
Park
,
and
the
bar
of
smoke
curved
behind
and
it
dropped
down
,
and
it
soared
up
and
wrote
one
letter
after
another
--
but
what
word
was
it
writing
?
Lucrezia
Warren
Smith
,
sitting
by
her
husband
's
side
on
a
seat
in
Regent
's
Park
in
the
Broad
Walk
,
looked
up
.
"
Look
,
look
,
Septimus
!
"
she
cried
.
For
Dr.
Holmes
had
told
her
to
make
her
husband
(
who
had
nothing
whatever
seriously
the
matter
with
him
but
was
a
little
out
of
sorts
)
take
an
interest
in
things
outside
himself
.
So
,
thought
Septimus
,
looking
up
,
they
are
signalling
to
me
.
Not
indeed
in
actual
words
;
that
is
,
he
could
not
read
the
language
yet
;
but
it
was
plain
enough
,
this
beauty
,
this
exquisite
beauty
,
and
tears
filled
his
eyes
as
he
looked
at
the
smoke
words
languishing
and
melting
in
the
sky
and
bestowing
upon
him
in
their
inexhaustible
charity
and
laughing
goodness
one
shape
after
another
of
unimaginable
beauty
and
signalling
their
intention
to
provide
him
,
for
nothing
,
for
ever
,
for
looking
merely
,
with
beauty
,
more
beauty
!
Tears
ran
down
his
cheeks
.
It
was
toffee
;
they
were
advertising
toffee
,
a
nursemaid
told
Rezia
.
Together
they
began
to
spell
t
...
o
...
f.
.
.
"
K
...
R
...
"
said
the
nursemaid
,
and
Septimus
heard
her
say
"
Kay
Arr
"
close
to
his
ear
,
deeply
,
softly
,
like
a
mellow
organ
,
but
with
a
roughness
in
her
voice
like
a
grasshopper
's
,
which
rasped
his
spine
deliciously
and
sent
running
up
into
his
brain
waves
of
sound
which
,
concussing
,
broke
.
A
marvellous
discovery
indeed
--
that
the
human
voice
in
certain
atmospheric
conditions
(
for
one
must
be
scientific
,
above
all
scientific
)
can
quicken
trees
into
life
!
Happily
Rezia
put
her
hand
with
a
tremendous
weight
on
his
knee
so
that
he
was
weighted
down
,
transfixed
,
or
the
excitement
of
the
elm
trees
rising
and
falling
,
rising
and
falling
with
all
their
leaves
alight
and
the
colour
thinning
and
thickening
from
blue
to
the
green
of
a
hollow
wave
,
like
plumes
on
horses
'
heads
,
feathers
on
ladies
'
,
so
proudly
they
rose
and
fell
,
so
superbly
,
would
have
sent
him
mad
.
But
he
would
not
go
mad
.
He
would
shut
his
eyes
;
he
would
see
no
more
.
But
they
beckoned
;
leaves
were
alive
;
trees
were
alive
.
And
the
leaves
being
connected
by
millions
of
fibres
with
his
own
body
,
there
on
the
seat
,
fanned
it
up
and
down
;
when
the
branch
stretched
he
,
too
,
made
that
statement
.
The
sparrows
fluttering
,
rising
,
and
falling
in
jagged
fountains
were
part
of
the
pattern
;
the
white
and
blue
,
barred
with
black
branches
.
Sounds
made
harmonies
with
premeditation
;
the
spaces
between
them
were
as
significant
as
the
sounds
.
A
child
cried
.
Rightly
far
away
a
horn
sounded
.
All
taken
together
meant
the
birth
of
a
new
religion
--
