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So saying, Phyllis opens the cage and sets it free. 

 Away it flies; tears burst forth at the sight; with 

 misty eyes she watches it winging its way through 

 the air till its little form is lost in the distance; and 

 gazing still, for one sweet moment has the illusion 

 that she, too, has flown, following it, that she too has 

 recovered her lost liberty. 



