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Updated: June 15, 2025
I 'ave been in pain the most terrible. I groan as I add up the figures in my book. As I groan I 'ear a voice. 'Say good morning to M. Priaulx, Alexander. Conceive my emotions, monsieur, when this fat, beastly cat is placed before me upon my desk! It put the cover upon it. No, that is not the phrase. The lid. It put the lid upon it. All my smothered 'atred of the animal burst forth.
I 'ave thrown 'im very hard, for my nerves and my toothache and my 'atred 'ave given me the giant's strength. Alone is this enough to enrage my 'ot-tempered uncle. I am there in his hotel, you will understand, as cashier, not as cat-thrower. And now, besides all this, I have insulted valuable patron. She 'ave left the hotel that day. There are no doubts in my mind as to the outcome.
I could no longer conceal my 'atred. I rose. I was terrible. I seized 'im by the tail. I flung him I did not know where. I did not care. Not then. Afterwards, yes, but not then. Your Longfellow has a poem. 'I shot an arrow into the air. It fell to earth, I know not where. And then he has found it. The arrow in the 'eart of a friend. Am I right? Also was that the tragedy with me.
'But they're all spies, she says. 'Oh! I said, 'old lady! Now really! At your time of life! But there it is; you can't get a woman to see reason. It's readin' the papers. I often think they must be written by women beggin' your pardon, miss but reely, the 'ysterics and the 'atred they're a fair knockout. D'you find much hatred in your household, miss?" Noel shook her head.
Better a dinner of 'erbs where love is than a stalled ox and 'atred therewith," said Parker, helping himself to a walnut. "Did they have words?" Parker shook his head impatiently. "That sort don't have words, Ellen. They just sit and goggle." "How did her ladyship seem to hit it off with Miss Mariner, Horace?" Parker uttered a dry laugh.
It is the story of a man's tragedy. It is the story of a blighted life. It is the story of a woman who would not forgive. It is the story 'I've got an appointment at eleven, I said. He nodded absently, drew at his cigarette, and began: * I have conceived my 'atred of animals, monsieur, many years ago in Paris.
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