. The fireside sphinx. Cats. THE CAT TO-DAY 305 herself, and flings a glance at me which says, " You see how wide awake I ; Then very, very slowly, sleep touches her with soft, persuasive finger. She sinks down, down; the small proud head is lowered; the gleaming eyes are shut; a half-articulate purr grows fainter and fainter until it melts irripercepti- bly into the soft and regular breathing which be- trays her slumber. I stop my work and look at her, or rather I look at her ghost, the inspiration of this poor book, written to do her honour. It is finished now, and Agrippina sle
. The fireside sphinx. Cats. THE CAT TO-DAY 305 herself, and flings a glance at me which says, " You see how wide awake I ; Then very, very slowly, sleep touches her with soft, persuasive finger. She sinks down, down; the small proud head is lowered; the gleaming eyes are shut; a half-articulate purr grows fainter and fainter until it melts irripercepti- bly into the soft and regular breathing which be- trays her slumber. I stop my work and look at her, or rather I look at her ghost, the inspiration of this poor book, written to do her honour. It is finished now, and Agrippina sleeps. I lay it gen- tly down before the shadowy presence. It is her password to Elysium. It is my offering to her, and hers to the Immortals, that they may give her place. She has waited for it seven years. Little grey phantom, haunt me no longer with reproachful eyes. I have kept my word. I have done my best. And the book belongs to Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Repplier, Agnes, 1855-1950. Boston, New York, Houghton, Mifflin and Co.
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