and to stand under Christophe's small dormer-window.
And sometimes he would whistle the soft double
note wherewith he had used to attract the wild birds
when he lived in that village high up in the mountains;
then Christophe would turn over in his sleep and smile.
But if Jouse should hear he would grumble to his
wife:
Tecaire, your cousin is indeed half-witted!*

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