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"But as to a nest—there is no difficulty: I have a sackful of feathers
in my wood-shed. No, my dear madam, you will be in nobody's way.
You may sit there as long as you like," said the bushy long-tailed
gentleman.
He led the way to a very retired, dismal-looking house amongst the
fox-gloves.
It was built of faggots and turf, and there were two broken pails, one on top of another, by way of a chimney.