Mona, horror-stricken, goes quickly over to her, and touches her lightly on the shoulder.
damangem, Presently her cry is answered. A thick cloud of pigeons—brown and white and bronze and gray—come wheeling into sight from behind the old house, and tumble down upon her in a reckless fashion. They perch upon her head, her shoulders, her white soft arms, even her hands, and one, more adventurous than the rest, has even tried to find a slippery resting-place upon her bosom.
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damangem "He was very eccentric, but quite correct," says Lady Rodney, reprovingly..
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