I sang to him, and he was satisfied. ’ Gerald eyed her. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls. You have been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to come down to dinner. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. Mrs. ‘It’s a pretty name. Ennison reeled, and almost fell.
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