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Identifier: cat00hunt (find matches)
Title: The cat
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Hunt, Violet, 1862-1942
Subjects: Cats
Publisher: London : A. & C. Black
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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en it, I said. You are very conversational, Loki, to-night.I begin to think you have had adventures. Illring again. Conf—bother that concierge ! Lazycreature! Ill ring the house down if he doesntcome soon. Well, well, we must possess our littlesouls in patience, Loki, you and I. Isnt it funny,standing out here in a strange town all alone attwelve oclock at night, Loki ? Awfully queer,and such a queer party I have been to. We drankpunch in long glasses, and ate plum-cake andspoiled our gloves. When will this man answerthe bell and open the door ? She rang again. We both listened. I believe we shall have to make up a bed onthe stones, she said. I am beginning to get cross.Perhaps we can get the concierge dismissed to-morrow. Yes, well do that, anyhow. There was a man coming down the street in arough black frieze cape and a black tie, whose endsfloated out in the breeze. If ever I saw a French-man he was one, young too. Yet as he went byhe said, very clearly and distinctly in English :
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I BELIEVE WE SHALL HAVE TO MAKEA BED ON THE STONES. SHE SAID POOSH ! 177 * Poosh ! And Auntie May did push, hard. That was it.The door was open all the time ! I believe the concierge had opened it when wefirst rang and gone to sleep again. But all I cansay is we heard no click, and that is what AuntieMay said to Mrs. Jay next morning. I didnt think that literary parties could be soexciting ! said Mrs. Jay. Next morning a whole heap of letters cameby the post. Auntie May read bits of themaloud to Mrs. Jay, and I heard them between mymouthfuls of bread and milk. There was one fromBeatrice saying that she supposed Auntie Maywasnt going to stay in Paris much longer, it mustbe getting so hot; she supposed she wouldnt minda few little commissions, and out came a list aslong as Auntie Mays arm. There was one from Mr. Fox, which I managedto get hold of and trailed all over the room, pre-tending it was a mouse, and paying it back forMr. Foxs treatment of me. I like to be loved. There was a lon

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