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           "Icouldseethemprickinguptheirearsandlookingateachother,"wentontheMole;"andtheSergeantsaidtothem,‘Nevermindher;shedoesn’tknowwhatshe’stalkingabout.’"

           "‘O!don’tI?’saidI.‘Well,letmetellyouthis.Mydaughter,shewashesforMr.Badger,andthat’llshowyouwhetherIknowwhatI’mtalkingabout;andyou’llknowprettysoon,too!Ahundredbloodthirstybadgers,armedwithrifles,aregoingtoattackToadHallthisverynight,bywayofthepaddock.SixboatloadsofRats,withpistolsandcutlasses,willcomeuptheriverandeffectalandinginthegarden;whileapickedbodyofToads,knownastheDie-hards,ortheDeath-or-GloryToads,willstormtheorchardandcarryeverythingbeforethem,yellingforvengeance.Therewon’tbemuchleftofyoutowash,bythetimethey’vedonewithyou,unlessyouclearoutwhileyouhavethechance!’ThenIranaway,andwhenIwasoutofsightIhid;andpresentlyIcamecreepingbackalongtheditchandtookapeepatthemthroughthehedge.