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Three–ten–five Olive tried the co inward, and a rope ladder unrolled down the wall to ation had worked She’d done what she needed to do to help us all, and given that, we ht’ve overlooked her behavior--if not for what happened next She took the dazed pigeon by its leg again and, seeainst the wall

We reacted with a great collective gasp of horror I was shocked beyond speaking

Melina broke away fro limply from her hand, its neck broken

"Oh my bird, she’s killed it!" cried Bronwyn

"All ent through to catch that thing," said Hugh, "and now look"

"I’ to stoe

Bronwyn caught her are! If that’s how she conducts herself, we’re better off with the wights!"

"You take that back!" shouted Hugh

"I won’t!" Melina said

More harsh words were exchanged A fistfight was narrowly avoided Bronwyn held Melina, and Eht went out of them, if not the bitterness

No one could quite believe what Miss Peregrine had done

"What’s the big fuss?" said Enoch "It was just a stupid pigeon"

"No, it wasn’t," said Erine directly

"That bird was a personal friend of Miss Wren’s It was hundreds of years old It ritten about in the Tales And now it’s dead"

"Murdered," said Melina, and she spat on the ground "That’s what it’s called when you kill sorine nibbled casually at a , as if she hadn’t heard any of this

"Sootten into her," said Olive "This isn’t like Miss Peregrine at all"

"She’s changing," said Hugh "Beco human left in her to rescue," Millard said darkly

So did we all

We climbed out of the tunnel, each of us lost in our own anxious thoughts

Beyond the door was a passage that led to a flight of steps that led to another passage and another door, which opened onto a rooht and packed to the rafters with clothes: racks and closets and wardrobes stuffed with thee behind, so machines and bolts of raw fabric It was half boutique, half workshop--and a paradise to Horace, who practically cartwheeled inside, crying, "I’m in Heaven!"