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           Wehadmadethetea,andwerejustsettlingdowncomfortablytodrinkit,whenGeorge,withhiscuphalf-waytohislips,pausedandexclaimed: 

           "What’sthat?" 

           "What’swhat?"askedHarrisandI. 

           "Whythat!"saidGeorge,lookingwestward. 

           HarrisandIfollowedhisgaze,andsaw,comingdowntowardsusonthesluggishcurrent,adog. ItwasoneofthequietestandpeacefullestdogsIhaveeverseen. Inevermetadogwhoseemedmorecontented—moreeasyinitsmind. Itwasfloatingdreamilyonitsback,withitsfourlegsstuckupstraightintotheair. ItwaswhatIshouldcallafull-bodieddog,withawell-developedchest. Onhecame,serene,dignified,andcalm,untilhewasabreastofourboat,andthere,amongtherushes,heeasedup,andsettleddowncosilyfortheevening. 

           Georgesaidhedidn’twantanytea,andemptiedhiscupintothewater. Harrisdidnotfeelthirsty,either,andfollowedsuit. Ihaddrunkhalfmine,butIwishedIhadnot. 

           IaskedGeorgeifhethoughtIwaslikelytohavetyphoid. 

           Hesaid:"Oh,no;"hethoughtIhadaverygoodchanceindeedofescapingit. Anyhow,Ishouldknowinaboutafortnight,whetherIhadorhadnot. 

           WewentupthebackwatertoWargrave. Itisashortcut,leadingoutoftheright-handbankabouthalfamileaboveMarshLock,andiswellworthtaking,beingapretty,shadylittlepieceofstream,besidessavingnearlyhalfamileofdistance.