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| "I may have no nose, old man, but I smell rats" | [Frontispiece] |
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| Nurse dried the poor, dear, cruelly-used kittens a little | [11] |
| She was very beautiful | [17] |
| I who superintended the writing of his letters | [23] |
| So much better to go to sleep in front of it | [27] |
| Now the back of a cow is the last place where you would look for a cat | [33] |
| "I don't believe a word of it" | [43] |
| I was picked up in the street by a child | [49] |
| The dog saw me off | [53] |
| Seeing the tea set out, I got on the table | [59] |
| Sitting up, and beginning to wash the kitten's face very hard indeed | [73] |
| The man's arm dragged through the window-pane, and Tinker hanging on to his fingers | [89] |
| It was a magnificent fight | [106] |
| He pulled her out some ten yards down the stream | [111] |
| Sat in the sun on the dyer's doorstep | [119] |
| I took the first prize | [127] |
