Edgar Degas At the Races

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gets eaten?'
'Part of the miracle of nature,' said the raven.
'That's horrible,' said Susan. Black birds were already circling in the sky.
'Not really,' said the raven. 'Horses for courses, you might say.'
One side, if that's what you could response was called for.
'That was very . . . kind of you . . .' she said.
'Hah! Mangy thing! Thirteen years of sleepin' and crappin' and waiting for the next meal to turn up? Never took half an hour's exercise in his big fat life. Up until they find the will, anyway. Then he's going to be the richest fastest cat in the world–’
The voice faded. So did its 'I think we're going to need that raven,' said Susan. 'I mean, I . . . think I understand you, I just don't know what you're saying . . .
Binky stopped outside a large house, set back a little from the road. It was a slightly pretentious residence with more gables and mullions than it should rightly have, and this was a clue to its origins: it was the kind of house built for himself by a rich merchant when he goes respectable and needs to do something with the loot.