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Weezy's fall had been to Harry like the rushing of a meteor across the sky. He had seen a swiftly moving mass of gilt and blue dart past him and vanish, and the next thing he knew he was standing alone upon the wharf.
For a moment he was too dazed to move; then he scampered madly to the shore, trailing the sculpin after him.