On the Prowl. 
I HAVE always felt a strange pleasure in seeing without 
being seen. Even when I was an indolent little man of six 
it gave me rare delight to hide under a sofa and peep at the 
feet of everybody who passed through the room. “ Ha ! he 
does not know that I am here,” I said to myself, and 
“ chortled.” I cannot quite satisfactorily analyse this kind 
of enjoyment and am not sure it is very respectabe, but it 
Chapter I. 
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