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- of St. Paul’s. The cock terrified me with exceeding wonder.
I drew nigh the bedsides of the woman and children. They marked my look
of strange affright; they knew what had happened.
‘My good man is just dead,’ breathed the woman lowly. ‘Tell me true?’
‘Dead,’ said I.
The cock crew.
She fell back, without a sigh, and through long-loving sympathy was
dead.
The cock crew.
The cock shook sparkles from his golden plumage. The cock seemed in a
rapture of benevolent delight. Leaping from the hoop, he strode up
majestically to the pile of old clothes, where the wood-sawyer lay, and
planted himself, like an armorial supporter, at his side. Then raised
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