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THERE was a gathering cloud in the air-brooding, like a storm. Uncle William looked up to it, then he went on dragging his dory down the beach to the water's edge. A voice sailed through the air, and he paused and looked up. Benjy, coming down the rocky path, was signalling to him violently. Uncle William dropped the dory and stood up. He advanced