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Now it was standing on its hind legs, and with its front paws it was leaning on the edge of the tub. The gills behind its head were twitching convulsively and the black snout gasped for breath. Its skin, which had rubbed raw, was too loose and studded with warts, and it had round frog-like eyes which at times were somehow painfully closed with its membraneous lower lids.
War with the Newts
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