Or has he to gain from me some good so stupendous that my well being is needful to Him?
I must find out later on.

Tonight he will not speak.
Even the offer of a kitten or even a full-grown cat will not tempt him.
He will only say, "I don't take any stock in cats.

I have more to think of now, and I can wait.

I can wait." After a while I left him.

The attendant tells me that he was quiet until just before dawn, and that then he began to get uneasy, and at length violent, until at last he fell into a paroxysm which exhausted him so that he swooned into a sort of coma.
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