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Updated: June 28, 2025
The belfry jackdaw said the frost was affecting the fabric, and as he had experienced many frosts it must have been so. "It is just as well," cooed the fat pigeons, after they had peered at the matter for some minutes; "now we shall have a nice angel put up there. Certainly they will put an angel there." "After joy . . . sorrow," rang out the great bell.
Climbing the precipitous ascent, he laughed and chattered, but she was silent, seeming to brood over something. There was scarcely time to go inside the squat, square building that crowns the bluff of rock. They leaned upon the wall where the cliff runs sheer down to the Park. Below them, in their holes in the sandstone, pigeons preened themselves and cooed softly.
Above the promontories millions of auks again made black clouds against the sky, eider ducks floated on the molten waters of sheltering fjords, along the icy shores puffins, with white swelling breasts, sat in military line, guillemots cooed their spring love songs and fulmar gulls uttered amorous calls, on the green slopes the white hare of the arctic gambolled, and tiny bears, soft and silken flossed, played at the entrances of moss-ensconced caves.
Whether his sister was much impressed by this statement or not, is not known. However that might be, she fondled Bobo and got upon her feet as quickly as Mun Bun arose. "Isn't he a good old dog?" cooed Margy. "He's pretty good I think. But but let's come away from that goosey-goosey-gander."
Fay carefully rubbed it the wrong way with a tentative woolly-gloved finger. "Plitty, high hat," she cooed. "Can plitty little Fay have it to keep?" But the gentleman's admiration did not carry him as far as this.
But now, nearing the house, how I wished I had that frank, good-hearted old Eureka rebel to deal with instead of the hard-featured, sandy-complexioned man whom I saw carrying home a couple of buckets of water on a wooden hoop. Our old friends, the Irresistible and the Immovable were about to encounter once more. "Evening, sir," I cooed, with an urbanity born of the conditions already set down.
And tell him, Il est l'homme le plus aimable du monde." "It is charming," said Hamilton, pinching his wife's chin. "It is like a frame. You never looked half so sweet." Betsey cooed with delight. Hamilton, having done his duty, was about to retire in good order, when he met his little daughter's eyes.
All things seemed to rejoice together; the birds sang out of their simple joy, and the doves cooed, hidden in the heart of great green trees; and the joy of being with the maiden outweighed all other thoughts in the mind of Sir Hugh. Sometimes they were silent, and sometimes they talked softly together like brother and sister.
Sometimes he would playfully ruffle her feathers, and she would respond by turning to him so coquettishly that they would touch their bills together, so the hours would as they billed and cooed in their love-making. It was Maria who named the dainty little mate, calling her Pepita, from the first time she saw her by Chico's side.
Miss Waddington, the full-blown golden girl, had seated herself and cooed an appreciative word or two about the quaintness and difference of the Marseillaise, when her eyes clutched at the two young men in the corner, whose dress made them stand out so queerly among the lost and soiled. As Bertram looked up with his glance of recognition, her eyes caught his. She glanced down at her plate.
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