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[89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching. A three-legged rooster appeared. And Sir Thomas Katzenstein, according to schedule, roamed his box in great agitation, though in fine form, impressively carrying out the label on his cage, “Baby Royal Bengal Tiger.” He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.”.
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