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She
said
that
the
people
at
the
Stores
had
no
right
to
allow
great
savage
things
like
those
other
dogs
to
be
put
with
respectable
people
's
dogs
,
and
that
she
had
a
great
mind
to
summon
somebody
.
Such
is
the
nature
of
fox-terriers
;
and
,
therefore
,
I
do
not
blame
Montmorency
for
his
tendency
to
row
with
cats
;
but
he
wished
he
had
not
given
way
to
it
that
morning
.
We
were
,
as
I
have
said
,
returning
from
a
dip
,
and
half-way
up
the
High
Street
a
cat
darted
out
from
one
of
the
houses
in
front
of
us
,
and
began
to
trot
across
the
road
.
Montmorency
gave
a
cry
of
joy
--
the
cry
of
a
stern
warrior
who
sees
his
enemy
given
over
to
his
hands
--
the
sort
of
cry
Cromwell
might
have
uttered
when
the
Scots
came
down
the
hill
--
and
flew
after
his
prey
.
His
victim
was
a
large
black
Tom
.
I
never
saw
a
larger
cat
,
nor
a
more
disreputable-looking
cat
.
It
had
lost
half
its
tail
,
one
of
its
ears
,
and
a
fairly
appreciable
proportion
of
its
nose
.
It
was
a
long
,
sinewy-looking
animal
.
It
had
a
calm
,
contented
air
about
it
.
Montmorency
went
for
that
poor
cat
at
the
rate
of
twenty
miles
an
hour
;
but
the
cat
did
not
hurry
up
--
did
not
seem
to
have
grasped
the
idea
that
its
life
was
in
danger
.
It
trotted
quietly
on
until
its
would-be
assassin
was
within
a
yard
of
it
,
and
then
it
turned
round
and
sat
down
in
the
middle
of
the
road
,
and
looked
at
Montmorency
with
a
gentle
,
inquiring
expression
,
that
said
:
"
Yes
!
You
want
me
?
"
Montmorency
does
not
lack
pluck
;
but
there
was
something
about
the
look
of
that
cat
that
might
have
chilled
the
heart
of
the
boldest
dog
.
He
stopped
abruptly
,
and
looked
back
at
Tom
.
Neither
spoke
;
but
the
conversation
that
one
could
imagine
was
clearly
as
follows
:
--
The
Cat
:
"
Can
I
do
anything
for
you
?
"
Montmorency
:
"
No
--
no
,
thanks
.
"
