Original (inglés)

ANTOINE AND ANGELIQUE "The birds are going south, Antoine—see—and it is so early!" "Yes, Angelique, the winter will be long." There was a pause, and then: "Antoine, I heard a child cry in the night, and I could not sleep." "It was a devil-bird, my wife; it flies slowly, and the summer is dead." "Antoine, there was a rushing of wings by my bed before the morn was breaking." "The wild-geese know their way in the night, Angelique; but they flew by the house and not near thy bed