The notary's nose;

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"Possibly," said the doctor.
Then they ran; but the cat was not in
the humor of being caught, and he ran too.
Never had the little wood of Parthenay
seen, and certainly never will it again see,
such a chase. A marquis, a broker, three
diplomats, a village doctor, a footman in
gorgeous livery, and a notary, bleeding in
his handkerchief, launched desperately in
pursuit of an emaciated cat. Running,
shouting, throwing stones, dead branches,
everything which came to hand, they went
over roads and clearings, dashing with
their heads down into the closest thickets.
Sometimes together, sometimes scattered,
sometimes drawn out in echelon, sometimes ranged in a semi-circle around the
enemy; beating the bushes, shaking the
shrubbery, climbing trees, tearing their
gaiters against stumps, and their clothes
against bushes, they rushed on like a tempest. But the infernal cat was swifter than