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dimly, and the last of the frogs still croaking in the aceqiiias, 

 as we sipped our matutinal chocolate upon the verandah ; 



repeat the frogs, as in the Stygian chorus of old. Far 

 away over the half-lit expanse of cistus a pair of large 



A SERENADE. 



eagles were already hunting for their breakfast, and an 

 owl slipped close overhead and disappeared into a crevice 

 of the roof above, where we could hear the snoring and 

 snapping of the strigine community as the night's booty 



