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"Stop thief!" roared Jonathan. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. "Curiosity, I suppose," returned Jack, carelessly.
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