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Where have you been this
long time? Why didn't you write and let me know you were in England?
But, see, Anastasius, I have visitors. Let me introduce you."
She spoke in French fluently, but with a frank British accent, which
grated on a fastidious ear. The dwarf rose, made two solemn bows, and
declared himself enchanted. Although his head was too large for
his body, he was neither ill-made nor repulsive. He looked about
thirty-five. A high forehead, dark, mournful eyes, and a black moustache
and imperial gave him an odd resemblance to Napoleon the Third.
"I arrived from New York this morning, with my cats. Oh, a mad success.
I have one called Phoebus, because he drives a chariot drawn by six
rats. Phoebus Apollo was the god of the sun. I must show him to you,
Madonna. You would love him as I love you. And I also have an angora,
my beautiful Santa Bianca. And you, gentlemen"--he turned to Dale and
myself and addressed us in his peculiar jargon of French, German,
and Italian--"you must come and see my cats if I can get a London
engagement.


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