They must be the same pair of birds with the family surprising them.

Then in the next window--look well at it--lovers, with scarcely any clothes beyond bare skin.

These things belong to the days when people had no shame, when they went with their heads covered and the rest of their flesh bare." Gabriel smiled at the whimsical ideas with which ancient art inspired the Perrero.
"But in the choir, uncle, there is also something to see.

Let us go there; the service is over and the canons are coming out." Luna felt overpowered by admiration as he always did on entering the choir.

Those magnificent stalls, the work on one side of Philip of Burgundy, and on the other side of Berruguete, bewildered him with their profusion of marbles, jaspers, gildings, statues and medallions.
It was the genius of Michael Angelo reviving in the Toledan Cathedral.
The Perrero examined the lower stalls, ferreting out among the Gothic relievos the discoveries enjoyed by his unwholesome curiosity.