'Where are they all, Maggie?' I said. 'In Mr Breckinridge's shop, in Covent Garden.' 'Were there two birds with black tails?' I asked. 'Yes, there were, James: she said. 'And to my eyes one was no different from the other.'
'Where are they all, Maggie?' I said. 'In Mr Breckinridge's shop, in Covent Garden.' 'Were there two birds with black tails?' I asked. 'Yes, there were, James: she said. 'And to my eyes one was no different from the other.'