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The Return of Ulysses
"Itwas,tobesure,butasmallthingthatIasked—merelyleavetoblossomandexpandforyetonemoreevening,toletmyselfgoandhearthetumultuousapplausethatalwaysseemstome—somehow—tobringoutmybestqualities.However,youareright,Iknow,andIamwrong.HenceforthIwillbeaverydifferentToad.Myfriends,youshallneverhaveoccasiontoblushformeagain.But,Odear,Odear,thisisahardworld!"
And,pressinghishandkerchieftohisface,helefttheroom,withfalteringfootsteps.
"Badger,"saidtheRat,"Ifeellikeabrute;Iwonderwhatyoufeellike?"
"O,Iknow,Iknow,"saidtheBadgergloomily."Butthethinghadtobedone.Thisgoodfellowhasgottolivehere,andholdhisown,andberespected.Wouldyouhavehimacommonlaughing-stock,mockedandjeeredatbystoatsandweasels?"
"Ofcoursenot,"saidtheRat."And,talkingofweasels,it’sluckywecameuponthatlittleweasel,justashewassettingoutwithToad’sinvitations.Isuspectedsomethingfromwhatyoutoldme,andhadalookatoneortwo;theyweresimplydisgraceful.Iconfiscatedthelot,andthegoodMoleisnowsittingintheblueboudoir,fillingupplain,simpleinvitationcards."
Atlastthehourforthebanquetbegantodrawnear,andToad,whoonleavingtheothershadretiredtohisbedroom,wasstillsittingthere,melancholyandthoughtful.Hisbrowrestingonhispaw,heponderedlonganddeeply.