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The girl felt her companion's hand tighten spasmodically on hers. She glanced up to find him staring, wide-eyed at the bird. "There was a little cedar bird's nest in a tall pine," he explained. "I saw a crow black bird fly out of it, and knew she had laid her egg in that nest." "What next?".
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"Five, bluebill. Comin' right to us." Something like a sigh escaped the man who listened to this edict. He took a lagging step or two forward. One bright morning in April in that memorable year 1805, Captain Charles Acton, R.N. (retired), stood on his lawn in front of the house watching a gardener who was at work at a flower-bed. He was a slightly-built but tall, very gentleman-like man, one of the last in a crowd to be picked out as a seafarer. He was pale, his nose aquiline, lips thin, and the expression of the mouth firm. He was dressed in a frill shirt, loose cravat of white cambric, red-striped waistcoat, long green coat with a high collar and small cuffs, tight breeches to the ankle buttoned to the middle of the thigh, and top-boots; a rather low-crowned, broad-brimmed hat sat somewhat cocked on his head. His hair was long, without powder, and tied a little way down the back in a sort of tail. "Harry O'Dule," she gasped, as he swung the gate wide, "is it re'lly you?".
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