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cestershire. She took a last leave of her pet, pressed him
to her bosom, and entered her carriage. Up to that mo-
ment, Mowmouth had felt only a vague anxiety, but now
he knew all. He saw his benefactress ready to depart,
and, dreading to lose her, he sprang in after her.
. You must stay here,” said Lady
Greenford, vainly endeavouring
to restrain her tears.
Who would believe it ?—the cat
likewise wept.
In order to shorten this distress-
ing scene, Dame Mitchell seized
the cat by the shoulders, and tore
} him away from the cushion of the
§ carriage, to which he clung with
his claws. The door was then shut,
the horses started and plunged,
and the equipage began to roll off
at the rate of ten miles an hour.
Mowmouth twisted and writhed
about in a last convulsion, and then fainted away.