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THE RATCATCHER |
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Towards nine at night the bagpiper re-appeared on the marketplace. He turned, as at first, his back to the church, and the moment the moon rose on the horizon, ' Trarira, trari!' the bagpipes re-sounded.
It was first a slow, caressing sound, thenmore and more lively |
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and urgent, and so sonorous and piercing that it penetrated as far as the farthest alleys and retreats of the town.
Soon from the bottom of the cellars, the top of the garrets, from under all the furniture, from all the nooks and corners of the houses, out come the rats, search for the door, fling themselves into the |
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