Henceforward the farm was to be known as “The Manor Farm”—which, he believed, was its correct and original name.
“Gentlemen,” concluded Napoleon, “I will give you the same toast as before, but in a different form.
Fill your glasses to the brim. Gentlemen, here is my toast: To the prosperity of The Manor Farm!”
There was the same hearty cheering as before, and the mugs were emptied to the dregs.
But as the animals outside gazed at the scene, it seemed to them that some strange thing was happening.
What was it that had altered in the faces of the pigs? Clover's old dim eyes flitted from one face to another.
Some of them had five chins, some had four, some had three. But what was it that seemed to be melting and changing?
Then, the applause having come to an end, the company took up their cards and continued the game that had been interrupted,
and the animals crept silently away.
But they had not gone twenty yards when they stopped short. An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse.
They rushed back and looked through the window again. Yes, a violent quarrel was in progress.
There were shoutings, bangings on the table, sharp suspicious glances, furious denials.
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