. Vernon's aunt : being the oriental experiences of Miss Lavinia Moffat . NER AND LEFT ME. 136 VERNONS AUNT when it was lighted ; * we mustnt keep thefun all to ourselves, Miss Moffat! Fun! He took his gun from the corner, andleft me with a candle and my in that moment, when my nerves wereso strung that they might have snapped likefiddle-strings, 1 reflected that I had not doneMr. Jones justice—he was a brave, thoughevidently reckless, young man. Tenminutes passed, during which I heard nothingbut the ticking of Mr. Joness silver watch,which hung from a buttonhole in thewaistco
. Vernon's aunt : being the oriental experiences of Miss Lavinia Moffat . NER AND LEFT ME. 136 VERNONS AUNT when it was lighted ; * we mustnt keep thefun all to ourselves, Miss Moffat! Fun! He took his gun from the corner, andleft me with a candle and my in that moment, when my nerves wereso strung that they might have snapped likefiddle-strings, 1 reflected that I had not doneMr. Jones justice—he was a brave, thoughevidently reckless, young man. Tenminutes passed, during which I heard nothingbut the ticking of Mr. Joness silver watch,which hung from a buttonhole in thewaistcoat that lay across the corner of hisbed. Then came a shot—voices—anothershot! More talking and laughing—Ibreathed again—they had evidently killedthe creature. Through the opening of the tent I sawthe light from the lantern flickering acrossthe ground as the men approached, and Idistinguished my nephews voice jubilantamong the rest. VERNONS AUNT 137 Have you got him ? I cried from thedoor. Rather! replied the nearest of thethree spectres in pyjamas, Mr. I SAW THE LIGHT FROM THE LANTERN. Come and see, Miss Moffat! I went out boldly at this, and they heldthe lantern for me to look. They had gothim indeed—there lay his corpse—but I ask 138 VERNONS AUNT you to picture to yourself my emotions whenI saw that he was only a poor, unfortunate,homeless, wandering cat—a cat that might,with better opportunities, have adorned any fireside. With aneffort I controlledmyself. Words werevain, I merely looked at the threeassassins, individuallyand collectively, andsaid, in a tone of con-centrated resentment, You brutes ! Vernon made aneffort to justify him-self He said theyYOU brutes! had been on the look-out for that cat for weeks : it was the mostinveterate thief in the neighbourhood, andnightly preyed upon Radabullubs pantry, andhe produced the mutton bone which the poorthing had been enjoying in my tent as a
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