I serve it, under the wire-gauze bell, to a third egg-layer.

The bird has been struck by a shot in the breast, but the sore is not bleeding: no outer stain marks the injured spot.

Moreover, I am careful to arrange the feathers, to smooth them with a hair-pencil, so that the bird looks quite smart and has every appearance of being untouched.
The Fly is soon there.

She inspects the Linnet from end to end; with her front tarsi she fumbles at the breast and belly.

It is a sort of auscultation by sense of touch.