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the side with his feet, and thrusts his head into the hole 
at the side for a moment, then darts away again as if 
saying to himself, tk No spiders there.” But he gave her 
a kiss 
Take another instance of fraudulent simplicity suggested 
by the loud kee-ko of the Crested Swift as he sails 
about in the 
sky overhead, 
or perches on 
that dead 
tree, with his 
crest up and 
that jaunty 
air which fits 
him so well. 
I am certain 
where his crested swift. 
nest is : it is on that same dead tree without one 
leaf to conceal it ; but for my life I cannot find it. 
The difficulty is that there is nothing to find ; not 
a straw, or a fibre, or a scrap of moss has the 
bird collected lie simply spat hard on the same 
spot from day to day. As a voluminous spitter he 
