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of those disgusting hard cakes they forced me
to eat in the dog-shop, makes me feel quite sick!
No Spratt’s biscuits for me, thank you! I
prefer Albert biscuits and ginger nuts or a big
slice of that almond cake on the table. Spratt’s
biscuits!” He crawled back on the lap of his
mistress as fast as his fat little legs allowed
him.
“Do come back before you return to Paris,”
said the kind Marquise.
“Yes, do come back,” snored Loulou, “you
are not such a bad sort after all! I say,”
signalled Loulou to me as I stood up to go, “it is
full moon to-morrow, I am feeling very restless
and wouldn’t mind a little spree.” He blinked
cunningly at me. “Do you happen to know if
there are any small pug-ladies in the
neighbourhood? Don’t tell my mistress, she understands
nothing about this sort of thing. . . . I say,
never mind the size, any size will do if it comes
to the worst!”
Yes, Loulou was right, it was full moon. I
do not like the moon. The mysterious stranger
has taken too much sleep out of my eyes and
whispered too many dreams into my ears. There
is no mystery about the sun, the radiant god of
the day who brought life and light to our dark
world and still watches over us with his shining
eye, long after all the other gods, those seated
on the banks of the Nile, those of Olympus and
those of Walhalla have vanished into gloom.
But nobody knows anything about the moon,
the pale night-wanderer amongst the stars, who
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