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96 him, he flew to the statehouse to deliver the precious bit of paper into the hands of Adrian Van der Werf. But Jacqueline with a handful of corn coaxed the weary messenger  to alight on her arm. When he had eaten his fill, she cuddled his head under her soft  chin, and stroked his brilliant plumage.

“‘William of Orange,’” she crooned, “thou art well-called. The city owes much to thee, and to thy great namesake!”