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Gryphus
stepped
towards
the
window
.
It
was
still
light
enough
to
see
,
although
indistinctly
,
through
the
gray
haze
of
the
evening
,
the
vast
expanse
of
the
horizon
.
"
What
view
has
one
from
here
?
"
asked
Gryphus
.
"
Why
,
a
very
fine
and
pleasant
one
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
looking
at
Rosa
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
too
much
of
a
view
,
too
much
.
"
And
at
this
moment
the
two
pigeons
,
scared
by
the
sight
and
especially
by
the
voice
of
the
stranger
,
left
their
nest
,
and
disappeared
,
quite
frightened
in
the
evening
mist
.
"
Halloa
!
what
's
this
?
"
cried
Gryphus
.
"
My
pigeons
,
"
answered
Cornelius
.
"
Your
pigeons
,
"
cried
the
jailer
,
"
your
pigeons
!
has
a
prisoner
anything
of
his
own
?
"
"
Why
,
then
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
"
the
pigeons
which
a
merciful
Father
in
Heaven
has
lent
to
me
.
"
