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Chapter 13
FromMedmenhamtosweetHambledonLocktheriverisfullofpeacefulbeauty,but,afteritpassesGreenlands,theratheruninterestinglookingriverresidenceofmynewsagent —aquietunassumingoldgentleman,whomayoftenbemetwithabouttheseregions,duringthesummermonths,scullinghimselfalongineasyvigorousstyle,orchattinggeniallytosomeoldlock-keeper,ashepassesthrough—untilwelltheothersideofHenley,itissomewhatbareanddull.
WegotuptolerablyearlyontheMondaymorningatMarlow,andwentforabathebeforebreakfast; and,comingback,Montmorencymadeanawfulassofhimself. TheonlysubjectonwhichMontmorencyandIhaveanyseriousdifferenceofopinioniscats. Ilikecats;Montmorencydoesnot.
WhenImeetacat,Isay,"PoorPussy!"andstopdownandticklethesideofitshead;andthecatsticksupitstailinarigid,cast-ironmanner,archesitsback,andwipesitsnoseupagainstmytrousers;andallisgentlenessandpeace. WhenMontmorencymeetsacat,thewholestreetknowsaboutit;andthereisenoughbadlanguagewastedintensecondstolastanordinarilyrespectablemanallhislife,withcare.
Idonotblamethedog(contentingmyself,asarule,withmerelycloutinghisheadorthrowingstonesathim),becauseItakeitthatitishisnature.
