The woman in white, a novel . MY rOOK LITTLE MAN I HE SAID THE WOMAN IX WHITE. 499 I saw nol)ody; but I heard, in the room, first a shrill whistling andsinging of birds—then the deep ringing voice which Marians de-scription had made familiar to me. Come out on my little finger,my pret-pret-pretties I cried the voice. Come out, and hop upstairs ! One, two, three — and up ! Three, two, one — and down IOne, two, three—twit-twit-twit-tweet I The Count was exercisinghis canaries, as he used to exercise them in Marians time, at Black-water Park. I waited a little while, and the singing and the whist
The woman in white, a novel . MY rOOK LITTLE MAN I HE SAID THE WOMAN IX WHITE. 499 I saw nol)ody; but I heard, in the room, first a shrill whistling andsinging of birds—then the deep ringing voice which Marians de-scription had made familiar to me. Come out on my little finger,my pret-pret-pretties I cried the voice. Come out, and hop upstairs ! One, two, three — and up ! Three, two, one — and down IOne, two, three—twit-twit-twit-tweet I The Count was exercisinghis canaries, as he used to exercise them in Marians time, at Black-water Park. I waited a little while, and the singing and the whistling ceased. Come, kiss me, my pretties 1 said the deep voice. There w^as aresponsive twittering and chirping—a lov/, oily laugh—a silence ofa minute or so—and then I heard the opening of the house turned, and retraced my steps. The magnificent melody of thePrayer in Rossinis Moses, sung in a sonorous bass voice, rosegrandly through the suburban silence of the place. The front gar-den gate opened and clos
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