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to perch on my shoulder, it would not hear of
our parting. Since then the little owl was
sitting on her perch in the corner of the
dining-room, looking lovingly at me with her golden
eyes. She had even given up sleeping in the
day in order not to lose sight of me. When I
used to stroke her soft little person she would
half close her eyes with delight and nibble
gently at my lips with her tiny, sharp beak, as
near to a kiss as an owl can get. Among the
patients admitted to the dining-room was a
very excitable young Russian lady, who was
giving me lots of trouble. Would you believe
it, this lady got so jealous of the owl, she used
to glare at the little bird so savagely that I had
to give strict orders to Anna never to leave
these two alone in the room. One day on
coming in for luncheon Anna told me that the
Russian lady had just called with a dead mouse
wrapped in paper. She had caught it in her
room, she felt sure the owl would like it for
breakfast. The owl knew better, after having
bitten off its head, owl fashion, she refused to
eat it. I took it to the English chemist, it
contained enough arsenic to kill a cat.
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To give Giovannina and Rosina a treat I had
invited their old father to come to Rome to spend
Easter with us. Old Pacciale had been a
particular friend of mine for many years. In his
early days he had been a coral-fisher like most
of the male population of Capri in those days.
After various vicissitudes he had ended by
becoming the official gravedigger of Anacapri, a
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