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There were all varieties of bird-life known in these latitudes, from the bird of paradise down to the tiny scarlet-beaked love-birds. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. Time enough for Gosse to shut her mouth forever, as he did not hesitate to point out to her. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. She loved to walk through the gardens, graced with columns that loomed overhead. He was bewildered. ‘Oh, ah. ’ ‘The Frenchie? I only knows as how Miss says he will ruin everything.
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