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He scrambled out on the first bank he came to, and he hopped home across the meadow with his macintosh all in tatters.
"What a mercy that was not a pike!" said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. "I have
lost my rod and basket; but it does not much matter, for I am sure I
should never have dared to go fishing again!"