the heaped dishes waiting to be washed up
[…] lifting up the Lappet of his Coat, he put me gently into it, and immediately ran along with me to his Master […]
a commemorative plaque
The woodcock, the snipe, and other nocturnal birds were all gone to rest; but the merry songsters of the wood now filled the air with their jubilee; the nutcracker began his monotonous clattering, the chaffinches and the wrens sang high in the sky, the blackcock scolded and blustered loudly, the thrush sang his mocking songs and libellous ditties about everybody, but became occasionally a little sentimental and warbled gently and bashfully some tender stanzas.
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