Friday February 3, 1854.
Mr Tibbles licked his paws, having completed all his dinnertime rounds.
"So the dog went back to her?" George remarked, watching the cat's ablutions.
"She did, more fool her."
George sniffed. "What's the bet she don't stay long?"
Mr Tibbles licked his paws, having completed all his dinnertime rounds.
"So the dog went back to her?" George remarked, watching the cat's ablutions.
"She did, more fool her."
George sniffed. "What's the bet she don't stay long?"
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