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When he woke up he saw that it was raining; and in that part of the world it really never does rain but it pours. Needless to touch upon the impatient ennui with which he roamed the house. He sent for André to lunch with him.
'André, can't you do something to stop this rain?' he asked; but André stared. 'Oh, I was thinking of the priests of Baal