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700 words, give or take - and now I know how the next chapter ends. It isn't how I expected it to. This is all to the good, since the Son of Allingdale has just stopped being a stuffed scarecrow. Another chapter has, less surprisingly, budded as a result.
Things Aristocrats and Cats Have In Common, Part XLIV: a talent for making an entrance.
Things Aristocrats and Cats Have In Common, Part XLIV: a talent for making an entrance.