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the manor-house was
the manor-house was there that they might be boiled and laid on a silver dish. Now they lived a very lonely and happy life; and as they had no children themselves, they had adopted a little common snail, which they brought up as their own; but the little one would not grow, for he was of a common family; but the old ones, especially Dame Mother Snail, thought they could observe how he increased in size, and she begged father, if he could not see it, that he would at least feel the little snail s shell; and then he felt it, and found the good dame was right. One day there was a heavy storm of rain. \ Hear how it beats like a drum on the dock leaves!\ said Father Snail.
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