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The Little Grated Window

           

           Itwasstilllightenoughtosee,althoughindistinctly,throughthegrayhazeoftheevening,thevastexpanseofthehorizon.

           “Whatviewhasonefromhere?”askedGryphus.

           “Why,averyfineandpleasantone,”saidCornelius,lookingatRosa.

           “Yes,yes,toomuchofaview,toomuch.”

           Andatthismomentthetwopigeons,scaredbythesightandespeciallybythevoiceofthestranger,lefttheirnest,anddisappeared,quitefrightenedintheeveningmist.

           “Halloa!what’sthis?”criedGryphus.

           “Mypigeons,”answeredCornelius.

           “Yourpigeons,”criedthejailer,“yourpigeons!hasaprisoneranythingofhisown?”

           “Why,then,”saidCornelius,“thepigeonswhichamercifulFatherinHeavenhaslenttome.”

           “So,herewehaveabreachoftherulesalready,”repliedGryphus.“Pigeons!ah,youngman,youngman!I’lltellyouonething,thatbeforeto-morrowisover,yourpigeonswillboilinmypot.”

           “Firstofallyoushouldcatchthem,MasterGryphus.Youwon’tallowthesepigeonstobemine!Well,Ivowtheyareevenlessyoursthanmine.”

           “Omittanceisnoacquittance,”growledthejailer,“andIshallcertainlywringtheirnecksbeforetwenty-fourhoursareover:youmaybesureofthat.”

           Whilstgivingutterancetothisill-naturedpromise,Gryphusputhisheadoutofthewindowtoexaminethenest.ThisgaveVanBaerletimetoruntothedoor,andsqueezethehandofRosa,whowhisperedtohim,

           “Atnineo’clockthisevening.

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