The birdcage of Weasel's ribs swells with pride as he swaggers around the streets after Sparrow, wearing one of Theo's old jackets, sent him from Napolita with a note he's just learning to read. When the urchin just his age snatches it from his thin shoulders, he begins to turn pallid with indignant rage. "Leave it," says Sparrow. "Don't be stupid." But Weasel chases after the boy.
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The birdcage of Weasel's ribs swells with pride as he swaggers around the streets after Sparrow, wearing one of Theo's old jackets, sent him from Napolita with a note he's just learning to read. When the urchin just his age snatches it from his thin shoulders, he begins to turn pallid with indignant rage. "Leave it," says Sparrow. "Don't be stupid." But Weasel chases after the boy.
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