"Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. “Really?” “Would not let it go. “My arrival appears to be opportune,” he said stiffly. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties.
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