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Carew sat with his face in his hand, and after it was done arose unsteadily and said, "Come, Golden-heart; 'tis music such as charmeth care and lureth sleep out of her dark valley we must be trotting off to bed." That night Nick slept upon a better bed, with a sheet and a blue serge coverlet, and a pillow stuffed with chaff.
Nick laughed and blushed, and Carew laughed. "What, doth he sing? Why, Nick, come, tune that skylark note of thine for little Golden-heart and me. 'Twill make her think she hears the birds in verity and, Nick, the lass hath never seen a bird that sang, except within a cage. Nay, lad, this is no cage!" he cried, as Nick looked about and sighed.
"Yes, yes, of course why, to be sure we'll send him anywhere that thou dost say, Golden-heart: to Persia or Cathay ay, to the far side of the green-cheese moon, or to the court of Tamburlaine the Great," and he laughed a quick, dry, nervous laugh that had no laughter in it.
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