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English
1868
"Then there is Mrs.  oh, I never can remember her name; she lives in a street that the cabmen have never heard of, and is at home on Wednesdays. She frightened me horribly once at a private view by saying mysteriously, 'I oughtn't to be here, you know; this is one of my days.' THEN THERE IS MISSUS O I NEVER CAN REMEMBER HER NAME SHE LIVES IN A STREET THAT THE CABMEN HAVE NEVER HEARD OF AND IS AT HOME ON WEDNESDAYS SHE FRIGHTENED ME HORRIBLY ONCE AT A PRIVATE VIEW BY SAYING MYSTERIOUSLY I OUGHTN'T TO BE HERE YOU KNOW THIS IS ONE OF MY DAYS
 got mixed up in a scrimmage for half a mile on a still day. They are called the Macaws because of their blue-and-yellow costumes, but I understand there was nothing yellow about Miriam's language. I agreed to make one alteration, as I pretended I had got it a Spitz instead of a Chow, but beyond that I was firm. She megaphoned back two minutes later, 'You promised you would never mention it; don't you ever keep a promise?' When people had stopped glaring in our direction, I replied that I'd as soon think of keeping white mice. I saw her tearing little bits out of her programme for a minute or two, and then she leaned back and snorted, 'You're not the boy I took you for,' as though she were an eagle arriving at Olympus with the wrong Ganymede. That was her last audible remark, but she went on tearing up her programme and scattering the pieces around her, till one of her neighbours asked with immense dignity whether she should send for a wastepaper basket. I didn't stay for the last act.  THOUGHT WHEN HER SHINS GOT MIXED UP IN A SCRIMMAGE FOR HALF A MILE ON A STILL DAY THEY ARE CALLED THE MACAWS BECAUSE OF THEIR BLUE AND YELLOW COSTUMES BUT I UNDERSTAND THERE WAS NOTHING YELLOW ABOUT MIRIAM'S LANGUAGE I AGREED TO MAKE ONE ALTERATION AS I PRETENDED I HAD GOT INTO SPIT'S INSTEAD OF A CHOW BUT BEYOND THAT I WAS FIRM SHE MEGAPHONED BACK TWO MINUTES LATER YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD NEVER MENTION IT DON'T YOU EVER KEEP A PROMISE WHEN PEOPLE HAD STOPPED GLARING IN OUR DIRECTION I REPLIED THAT I'D AS SOON THINK OF KEEPING WHITE MICE I SAW HER TEARING LITTLE BITS OUT OF HER PROGRAM FOR A MINUTE OR TWO AND THEN SHE LEANED BACK AND SNORTED YOU'RE NOT THE BOY I TOOK YOU FOR AS THOUGH SHE WERE AN EAGLE ARRIVING AT OLYMPUS WITH THE WRONG GANYMEDE THAT WAS HER LAST AUDIBLE REMARK BUT SHE WENT ON TEARING UP HER PROGRAMME AND SCATTERING THE PIECES AROUND HER TILL ONE OF HER NEIGHBOURS ASKED WITH IMMENSE DIGNITY WHETHER SHE SHOULD SEND FOR A WASTE PAPER BASKET I DIDN'T STAY FOR THE LAST ACT
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