lighted, Miles took a knee into his hands and continued the one-sided conversation.
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"There might be little princes and
princesses, too," he said. "I should
like that, Bistre. I believe I am naturally
domestic. To be sure, it never
occurred to me before, but there's
something about—the air—the—the—Hang
it, I don't know what it is! But
whatever it is, old chap, it has set me
thinking along unusual lines; thinking,
in fact, of subjects which I am not
certain it is proper for a bachelor to
consider. I wonder if you ever felt the
way I do this morning? Did you ever
think, Bistre, that you'd like to have
a home and a wife and children and—and
a Tabby cat? There, don't get
excited! There's no cat around here;
I just mentioned a supposititious one.
What are you looking so cynical
