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Stoffles trotted lightly after, obviously interested in its method of locomotion. Then she made a long arm and playfully dropped a paw upon its tail. The snake wriggled free in a moment, and coiling its whole length, some three and a half feet, fronted this new and curious antagonist.
The first missed, but the second I could see came home, as the brute, shaking its neck and head, withdrew further into the jungle I mean, of course, the rug. But Stoffles, who had no idea of the match ending in this manner, crept after it, with an air of attractive carelessness which was instantly rewarded.
It has often occurred to me since that if the scale of things had been enlarged if Stoffles, for example, had been a Bengal tiger, and the Dryad a boa-constrictor or crocodile, the tragedy which followed would have been worthy of the pen of any sporting and dramatic historian.
the wow-wows becoming fainter and further as the youth strode down the hill. If I had been "myself," as the poor folk say, this coincidence would have made me laugh, for at that very moment Stoffles, weary of patting flies and spiders on the back, appeared gently purring on the crest, so to speak, of the sofa.
As the Dryad raised its head, with glittering eyes and forked tongue, Stoffles crouched with both front paws in the air, sparring as I had seen her do sometimes with a large moth. The first round passed so swiftly that mortal eye could hardly see with distinctness what happened. The snake made a dart, and the cat, all claws, aimed two rapid blows at its advancing head.
Before this stage, I might perhaps, with a little effort have escaped, but now panic fear glued me to the spot; indeed I could not have left my position on the sofa without almost treading upon Stoffles, whose bristling back was not a yard from my feet.
They've been six months in Hampshire, and now they are in town. She has Thursday afternoons." "Good," I said, "I'll go the very next Friday, and take my chance...." Fortunately only one visitor appeared to tea. And as soon as I had explained my curiosity, he joined me in petitioning for the story which follows: Stoffles was her name, a familiar abbreviation, and Mephistophelian was her nature.
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