But they had not gone twenty yards when they stopped short.
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An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse.
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They rushed back and looked through the window again.
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Yes, a violent quarrel was in progress.
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There were shoutings, bangings on the table, sharp suspicious glances, furious denials.
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The source of the trouble appeared to be that Napoleon and Mr. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously.
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Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
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November 1943-February 1944
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