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A large ball of cats came out, gyrating swiftly in a haze of flying fur.

Ten yards from the door it dissolved into its component parts, and some thirty cats tore, yelling, to the four quarters of the heavens.
After that stupendous battle-song the air seemed thick with silence.
The Terror broke it; he said in a tone of doubting sadness: "I sometimes think it sets a bad example to the kittens." Sir Maurice turned livid in the grip of some powerful emotion.