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"Roly!" cried the stout Kitty from the other end, "show the young
officers the lightning; or else, look you, you're taking the money
only for nothing, you good-for-nothing camel."
"Right away!" merrily responded Roly-Poly. "Most illustrious
benefactors, turn your attention this way. Living Pictures.
Thunder Storm on a Summer Day in June. The work of the
unrecognized dramaturgist who concealed himself under the
pseudonym of Roly-Poly. The first picture.
"'It was a splendid day in June. The scorching rays of the sun
illumined the blossoming meadows and environs ...'"
Roly-Poly's Don Quixotic phiz spread into a wrinkled, sweetish
smile; and the eyes narrowed into half-circles.
"'... But now in the distance the first clouds have appeared upon
the horizon. They grew, piled upon each other like crags, covering
little by little the blue vault of the sky."
By degrees the smile was coming off Roly-Poly's face, and it grew
more and more serious and austere.
"'At last the clouds have overcast the sun ... An ominous darkness
has fallen ...'"
Roly-Poly made his physiognomy altogether ferocious.
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