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She stood up before him, smiling faintly. It seemed to them they could never have been really alive before, but only dimly anticipating existence. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. I sent a message straight. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest.
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