A Mr. Whymper, a solicitor living in Willingdon, had agreed to act as intermediary between Animal Farm and the outside world,
and would visit the farm every Monday morning to receive his instructions.
Napoleon ended his speech with his usual cry of “Long live Animal Farm!” and after the singing of Beasts of England the animals were dismissed.
Afterwards Squealer made a round of the farm and set the animals' minds at rest.
He assured them that the resolution against engaging in trade and using money had never been passed, or even suggested.
It was pure imagination, probably traceable in the beginning to lies circulated by Snowball.
A few animals still felt faintly doubtful, but Squealer asked them shrewdly,
“Are you certain that this is not something that you have dreamed, comrades?
Have you any record of such a resolution? Is it written down anywhere?”
And since it was certainly true that nothing of the kind existed in writing, the animals were satisfied that they had been mistaken.
Every Monday Mr. Whymper visited the farm as had been arranged.
He was a sly-looking little man with side whiskers, a solicitor in a very small way of business,
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