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UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE.

'Tippiwit! swe-e-et! ki-ki-ki! Come hither, come hither, come hither!'

'O, 'tis the nightingale,' murmured she, and thought of a secret she should never tell.

THE END.

LONDON:
ROBSON AND SONS. PRINTERS. PANCRAS ROAD, N.W.

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