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Juliette sang with her tender voice, caressing
like the night wind among the leaves:
“Non, non, ce n’est pas le jour,
“Ce n’est pas l’alouette,
“Dont les chants ont frappé ton oreille inquiète,
“C’est le rossignol
“Messager de l’amour.”
“Don’t speak! Don’t speak!”
An owl hooted its sinister warning from the
tree over our heads. She sprang up with a cry
of fear. We walked back in silence.
“Good night,” said the Countess as she left
me in the hall. “To-morrow is full moon.
À demain.”
Leo slept in my room, it was a great secret
and we felt both rather guilty about it.
“Where have you been and why are you so
pale?” asked Leo as we crept stealthily upstairs.
“All the lights in the Castle are out and all the
dogs in the village are silent. It must be very
late.”
“I have been far away in a strange land
full of mystery and dreams, I nearly lost my
way.”
“I was just dropping off to sleep in my kennel
when the owl woke me up in time to sneak into
the hall when you came.”
“It also woke me up just in time, Leo dear,
do you like the owl?”
“No,” said Leo, “I prefer a young pheasant,
I have just eaten one, I saw him running in the
moonlight before my very nose. I know it is
against the law, but I could not resist the
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