340 ILLUSTRATIVE NOTES. 
pretty bird-masquerade, she was lifted above by her wings, and by 
the winged soul which sang in that little body. An all-powerful alibi 
held her enthralled afar off, in her native grove, in the nest whence 
she had been stolen in her infancy, or in her future love-nest. She 
warbled five or six notes, and they kindled my very soul; I myself, 
for the moment armed with wings, accompanied her in her distant 
dream. 
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