FRAGMENTS of the auctioneer’s entreaties floated through the open doorway of the bird shop and, above the rattle and roar of the street, clacked in Blue’s ears. “Ladies and gentlemens ... beautiful lark ... emperor of singers ... not swell to look at, but.... Only twenty cents!—Twenty─two am I offered? ... shame, ladies and gentlemens!” And so on, in tones of pleading and mild complaint.…
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