'it was on its feet. It staggered and then bolted.
Towards Mr Whipplestone who had come to a halt.
He supposed it to be concussed, or driven frantic by pain or fear.
In a flash it gave a great spring and was on Mr Whipplestone's chest,
clinging with its small claws and - incredibly - purring.
He had been told that a dying cat will sometimes purr...'
Towards Mr Whipplestone who had come to a halt.
He supposed it to be concussed, or driven frantic by pain or fear.
In a flash it gave a great spring and was on Mr Whipplestone's chest,
clinging with its small claws and - incredibly - purring.
He had been told that a dying cat will sometimes purr...'
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