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 about? I know; you've had a wife and children, you rascal! Where are they? How comes it you're gallivanting around up here in the rôle of a bachelor? Bistre, I fear you're a gay dog! There's a look—an expression"

Miles shook his head disapprovingly. Bistre, aroused from his lethargy by the mention of "cat," scrambled heavily over the wall and wandered away amongst the trees. Once he had encountered a cat in an apple-tree; the recollection brought a sparkle of pleasure to his brown eyes; there was no harm in having a look; you never could tell about cats!

Presently Miles, lost in his thoughts, heard a low growl. He took his pipe from his mouth, his knee from his hands, and looked around. Bistre was not in sight. In the act of returning the pipe again he heard a louder growl