Though the starling was more than two feet above the level of the water, he alighted with his little charge—which he had never for an instant quitted—in safety upon it. " "Halloo, Nab!" vociferated Quilt. He came to her and stood before her, waiting, the morning light dazzling his eyes. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. The Idle Apprentice.
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