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THE WHITE PIGEON. 17
be there ? Of course she was not there! He had asked the whole household, and nobody knew anything about her or her globe either. It couldn't be ! And yet what did that signify, when there was the white globe shining, and here was the dead white bird in his hand ? That moment the pigeon gave a little flutter. " Its not dead I" cried Curdie, almost with a shriek. The same instant he was running full speed towards the castle, never letting his heels down, lest he should shake the poor wounded bird. |
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