" And, with a few magical touches, he stamped the fleeting expression on the canvass. What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his throat. Yes, yes, there is no doubt about it. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. Maggot.
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