“How did you find this place out? Have you heard
My gun? It was but now I killed a lark.”
“What Sir,” said Dymer, “shoot the singing bird?”
“Sir,” said the man, “they sing from dawn till dark,
And interrupt my dreams too long. But hark...
Another? Did you hear no singing? No?
It was my fancy, then ... pray, let it go.
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“From here you see my garden’s only flaw.
Stand here, Sir, at the dial.” Dymer stood.