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           Theinfantswereunloaded.

           "Nowturnthemsothattheycanseetheflowersandbooks."

           Turned,thebabiesatoncefellsilent,thenbegantocrawltowardsthoseclustersofsleekcolours,thoseshapessogayandbrilliantonthewhitepages.Astheyapproached,thesuncameoutofamomentaryeclipsebehindacloud.Therosesflamedupasthoughwithasuddenpassionfromwithin;anewandprofoundsignificanceseemedtosuffusetheshiningpagesofthebooks.Fromtheranksofthecrawlingbabiescamelittlesquealsofexcitement,gurglesandtwitteringsofpleasure.

           TheDirectorrubbedhishands."Excellent!"hesaid."Itmightalmosthavebeendoneonpurpose."

           Theswiftestcrawlerswerealreadyattheirgoal.Smallhandsreachedoutuncertainly,touched,grasped,unpetalingthetransfiguredroses,crumplingtheilluminatedpagesofthebooks.TheDirectorwaiteduntilallwerehappilybusy.Then,"Watchcarefully,"hesaid.And,liftinghishand,hegavethesignal.

           TheHeadNurse,whowasstandingbyaswitchboardattheotherendoftheroom,presseddownalittlelever.

           Therewasaviolentexplosion.Shrillerandevershriller,asirenshrieked.Alarmbellsmaddeninglysounded.

           Thechildrenstarted,screamed;theirfacesweredistortedwithterror.

           "Andnow,"theDirectorshouted(forthenoisewasdeafening),"nowweproceedtorubinthelessonwithamildelectricshock."

           Hewavedhishandagain,andtheHeadNursepressedasecondlever.Thescreamingofthebabiessuddenlychangeditstone.