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CHAPTER XIV
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A bird that was surely a forest bird beaten to us perched upon a stretched rope and uttered three quick cries.

A boy climbed and softly took it from behind.

It fluttered in the Admiral's two hands.

All came to look.

Its plumage was blue, its breast reddish.


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