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But the Assessor and the Notary, besides their mutual grudges,

had on their minds the recent shame of their greyhounds. Before

their eyes hovered a rascally hare, leaping nimbly about and

bobbing its little tail from the wood's edge, in mockery of them;

with this tail it beat upon their hearts as with a scourge: so

they sat with faces bent over their plates. But the Assessor had

still more recent reasons for chagrin, when he gazed at Telimena

and at his rivals.