A corncrake began to call.
'That mean rains', said the Hon. Galahad. 'Or not. I forget which. Did you ever hear your mother sing that song...?
A corncrake began to call monotonously in the darkness.
'That mean rains', said the Hon. Galahad. 'Or not. I forget which. Did you ever hear your mother sing that song...? No, you wouldn't. Before your time? [...]'
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