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only a foot deep," he murmured.

"It could not possibly cover him." The two goldfish floated as Mrs.Basket had described them.
Mr.Basket, taking the shrimping-net from his wife, who shrank back at once into darkness, plunged it beneath the water, deep into the mud.

Dr.Hansombody held a sconce aloft to guide him.
The two ladies cowered behind a pedestal supporting the Farnese Hercules.
For a while nothing was heard in the garden but the splash of water as Mr.Basket plunged his net again and again and drew it forth dripping.

Each time as he drew it to shore, he emptied the mud on the brink and bent over it, the Doctor holding a candle close to assist the inspection.
As he emptied his net for maybe the twentieth time, something jingled on the pebbles.