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Locke, William John, 1863-1930

"Simon the Jester"

She put him through several tricks. I admired his
talent. She declared her affections to be divided between Adolphus (that
was the Chow dog's name) and an ouistiti, who was confined to bed for
the present owing to the evil qualities of the November air. For the
first time I blessed the English climate. I hate little monkeys. I also
felt a queer disappointment. A woman like that ought to have caught an
ourang-outang.
She guessed my thought in an uncanny manner, and smiled, showing strong,
white, even teeth--the most marvellous teeth I have ever beheld--so even
as to constitute almost a deformity.
"I'm fonder of bigger animals," she said. "I was born among them.
My father was a lion tamer, so I know all the ways of beasts. I love
bears--I once trained one to drive a cart--but"--with a sigh--"you can't
keep bears in Cadogan Gardens."
"You may get hold of a human one now and then," said Dale.
"I've no doubt Madame Brandt could train him to dance to whatever tune
she played," said I.
She turned her dark golden eyes lazily, slumberously on me.


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