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"Poor young man!" said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had gone.
In this life our sorrows are either not very long or not very great because nature either overcomes them by habits or puts an end to them by sinking under their weight.
Miss Minchin waved her hand again--this time it was in the direction of the corner near the door.
Rushing out into the street, he proclaimed the treachery of Whitehead to the members of his tribe, at the same time advising that all self-respecting dogs should from that time onwards make war upon the feline race.
