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Erebus signed away, and then she said: "But what good's the money going to be to us, if we've got to spend it on a silly old cats' home? It only means a lot of trouble." The guilelessness deepened and deepened on the Terror's face. "Well, you see, there aren't many cats in Little Deeping not enough to fill a cats' home decently," he said slowly.
Then he spurned the earth and added: "I'm going to have a bicycle." The Twins looked at each other darkly; Erebus scowled, and a faint frown broke the ineffable serenity of the Terror's face. "There'll be no living with Wiggins now, he'll be so cocky," said Erebus bitterly. "Oh, no; he won't," said the Terror. "But we ought to have bicycles, too. We want them badly.
His second feeling was that his noble kinsman, who had been saying wonderful, stirring things about the Terror's manifesto and the stolen princess, would be furiously angry with him. He began to rave himself, fortunately in his own tongue of which Miss Lambart was ignorant. Then when he grew cooler and paler his oft-repeated phrase was: "Eet must be 'ushed!"
"Then stand away there!" Obediently the stable-boys leapt aside, freeing "The Terror's" proud head, who snorted, reared, and plunged out through the open doorway, swung off sharp to his right and thundered away down the echoing street.
With a snarl, the bandit chief leaped forward, knife swishing aloft. Never had Kid Wolf struck so hard a blow as he struck then! Added to the power of his own tremendous strength and leverage was The Terror's own speed as he lunged in. Fist met jaw with a sickening thud. The Terror was a big and heavy man. His weight was added to Kid Wolf's as both men came together.
And sighing, the Viscount nodded and rode off. "Only ten minutes more, sir!" said Martin. "Well, I'm ready, Martin," answered Barnabas, and, setting the rose in his breast very securely, he swung himself lightly into the saddle, and with the old groom at "The Terror's" head, paced slowly out of the paddock towards the starting post.
The fur stole had come within the range of possibility. Before breakfast they made the toilet of the six chosen kittens, brushing them with the Terror's hair-brush till their fur was of a sleekness it had never known before. Then Erebus adorned the neck of each with a bow of blue ribbon. Knowing the ways of kittens, she sewed on the bows, and sewed them on firmly.
Walking, riding, driving, boating, visits to the Library, meetings of the Pansophian Society, hops, and picnics made the time pass very cheerfully, and soon showed their restoring influences. The Terror's large eyes did not wear the dull, glazed look by which they had too often betrayed the after effects of over-excitement of the strong and active brain behind them.
Blenkinsop said, the Dangerfields were barons in the Weald before they were any Hohenzollerns. And they did very well at Crécy and Agincourt, too," he added pensively. The princess seemed reassured; but she still hesitated. "Suppose the baroness were to wake?" she said. A light of understanding brightened the Terror's face: "Oh, is that the baroness snoring?
"The Terror's" brain had run away with a large share of the blood which ought to have gone to the nourishment of her general system. She could not help admiring, almost worshipping, a companion whose being was rich in the womanly developments with which nature had so economically endowed herself.
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