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"
Oh
no
!
Father
does
not
like
animals
about
the
house
,
unless
they
are
dead
and
mummied
.
"
This
was
said
with
a
touch
of
bitterness
--
or
jealousy
,
I
could
hardly
tell
which
.
"
Even
my
poor
kitten
was
only
allowed
in
the
house
on
sufferance
;
and
though
he
is
the
dearest
and
best-conducted
cat
in
the
world
,
he
is
now
on
a
sort
of
parole
,
and
is
not
allowed
into
this
room
.
"
As
she
was
speaking
a
faint
rattling
of
the
door
handle
was
heard
.
Instantly
Miss
Trelawny
's
face
brightened
.
She
sprang
up
and
went
over
to
the
door
,
saying
as
she
went
:
"
There
he
is
!
That
is
my
Silvio
.
He
stands
on
his
hind
legs
and
rattles
the
door
handle
when
he
wants
to
come
into
a
room
.
"
She
opened
the
door
,
speaking
to
the
cat
as
though
he
were
a
baby
:
"
Did
him
want
his
movver
?
Come
then
;
but
he
must
stay
with
her
!
"
She
lifted
the
cat
,
and
came
back
with
him
in
her
arms
.
He
was
certainly
a
magnificent
animal
.
A
chinchilla
grey
Persian
with
long
silky
hair
;
a
really
lordly
animal
with
a
haughty
bearing
despite
his
gentleness
;
and
with
great
paws
which
spread
out
as
he
placed
them
on
the
ground
.
Whilst
she
was
fondling
him
,
he
suddenly
gave
a
wriggle
like
an
eel
and
slipped
out
of
her
arms
.
He
ran
across
the
room
and
stood
opposite
a
low
table
on
which
stood
the
mummy
of
an
animal
,
and
began
to
mew
and
snarl
.
Miss
Trelawny
was
after
him
in
an
instant
and
lifted
him
in
her
arms
,
kicking
and
struggling
and
wriggling
to
get
away
;
but
not
biting
or
scratching
,
for
evidently
he
loved
his
beautiful
mistress
.
He
ceased
to
make
a
noise
the
moment
he
was
in
her
arms
;
in
a
whisper
she
admonished
him
:
"
O
you
naughty
Silvio
!
You
have
broken
your
parole
that
mother
gave
for
you
.
Now
,
say
goodnight
to
the
gentlemen
,
and
come
away
to
mother
's
room
!
"
As
she
was
speaking
she
held
out
the
cat
's
paw
to
me
to
shake
.
As
I
did
so
I
could
not
but
admire
its
size
and
beauty
.
"
Why
,
"
said
I
,
"
his
paw
seems
like
a
little
boxing-glove
full
of
claws
.
"
She
smiled
:
"
So
it
ought
to
.
Do
n't
you
notice
that
my
Silvio
has
seven
toes
,
see
!
"
she
opened
the
paw
;
and
surely
enough
there
were
seven
separate
claws
,
each
of
them
sheathed
in
a
delicate
,
fine
,
shell-like
case
.
As
I
gently
stroked
the
foot
the
claws
emerged
and
one
of
them
accidentally
--
there
was
no
anger
now
and
the
cat
was
purring
--
stuck
into
my
hand
.
Instinctively
I
said
as
I
drew
back
:
"
Why
,
his
claws
are
like
razors
!
"
Doctor
Winchester
had
come
close
to
us
and
was
bending
over
looking
at
the
cat
's
claws
;
as
I
spoke
he
said
in
a
quick
,
sharp
way
:
"
Eh
!
"
I
could
hear
the
quick
intake
of
his
breath
.
Whilst
I
was
stroking
the
now
quiescent
cat
,
the
Doctor
went
to
the
table
and
tore
off
a
piece
of
blotting-paper
from
the
writing-pad
and
came
back
.
He
laid
the
paper
on
his
palm
and
,
with
a
simple
"
pardon
me
!
"
to
Miss
Trelawny
,
placed
the
cat
's
paw
on
it
and
pressed
it
down
with
his
other
hand
.
The
haughty
cat
seemed
to
resent
somewhat
the
familiarity
,
and
tried
to
draw
its
foot
away
.
This
was
plainly
what
the
Doctor
wanted
,
for
in
the
act
the
cat
opened
the
sheaths
of
its
claws
and
and
made
several
reefs
in
the
soft
paper
.
Then
Miss
Trelawny
took
her
pet
away
.
She
returned
in
a
couple
of
minutes
;
as
she
came
in
she
said
:
