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Helen Hunt Jackson
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After
that
he
gave
me
some
milk
into
which
he
had
put
some
of
his
very
best
brandy:
that
was
pretty
hard
to
get
down,
but
I
understood
enough
of
what
they
had
said,
to
be
sure
that
if
I
did
not
take
something
of
the
kind
I
should
never
get
well.
After
breakfast
I
tried
to
walk,
but
my
right
paw
was
entirely
useless.
At
first
they
thought
it
was
broken,
but
finally
decided
that
it
was
only
sprained,
and
must
be
bandaged.
The
bandages
were
wet
with
something
which
smelled
so
badly
it
made
me
feel
very
sick,
for
the
first
day
or
two.
Cats'
noses
are
much
more
sensitive
to
smells
than
people's
are;
but
I
grew
used
to
it,
and
it
did
my
poor
lame
paw
so
much
good
that
I
would
have
borne
it
if
it
had
smelled
twice
as
badly.
For
three
days
I
had
to
lie
all
the
time
in
the
cradle:
if
your
grandfather
caught
me
out
of
it,
he
would
swear
at
me,
and
put
me
back
again.
Every
morning
he
put
the
soft
white
stuff
on
my
eyes,
and
changed
the
bandages
on
my
leg.
And,
oh,
my
dear
Helen,
such
good
things
as
I
had
to
eat!
I
had
almost
the
same
things
for
my
dinner
that
the
rest
of
them
did:
it
must
be
a
splendid
thing
to
be
a
man
or
a
woman!
I
do
not
think
I
shall
ever
again
be
contented
to
eat
in
the
shed,
and
have
only
the
old
pieces
which
nobody
wants.
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