With the handle of a palette-knife he stirred the crumbs and milk together and stepped back as she thrust her nose into the mess. The creature rose and crept toward the saucer. Then moving quietly about he busied himself with the duties of a host, rinsed a saucer, filled it with the rest of the milk from the bottle on the window-sill, and kneeling down, crumbled a roll into the hollow of his hand. "I understand," he said gently, "you shall have it at once."
It had long been Severn's custom to converse with animals, probably because he lived so much alone and now he said, "What's the matter, puss?" She eyed him quietly, and when he walked toward her she watched him bend above her without a wince her eyes followed his hand until it touched her head. The tip of her thin tail twitched uncertainly.Īpparently she found his voice reassuring, for she slowly settled upon all fours, her eyes still fastened upon him, her tail tucked under her gaunt flanks. "Puss," he said, in his low, pleasant voice, "come in." The cat remained motionless, her yellow eyes fastened upon Severn. Severn laid down his palette, and held out a hand of welcome. The animal paused on the threshold, interrogative alert, ready for flight if necessary. Le ciel qui parle au coeur d'existence future!" I Les couchers de soleil à l'horizon lointain,
Les étoiles du soir, les larmes du matin,
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