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Mr. Wragg sat in a high-backed Windsor chair at the door of his house, / smoking. Before him the road descended steeply to the harbor, a small / blue patch of which was visible from his door. Children over five were / at school: children under that age, and suspiciously large for their / years, played about in careless disregard of the remarks which Mr. Wragg / occasionally launched at them. Twice a ball had whizzed past him; and a / small but select party, with a tip-cat of huge dimensions and awesome / points, played just out of reach. Mr. Wragg, snapping his eyes / nervously, threatened in vain.
"Morning, old crusty-patch," said a cheerful voice at his elbow.