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Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. Occasionally he relit his pipe. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. There was no one stirring in the flats. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. ‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle. " "You would purchase it at the price of your head," replied Jonathan, knitting his brows.
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