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Carrying on with Nineteen Hundred my Victorian short story, It’s the morning of January 1, 1900.
Though Kathryn planned to explore the neighbourhood, the arrival of Mr. Thomas led to a change of plans. At his suggestion, she accompanied him to the zoo.
These are my eight
They spent a pleasant day at the zoo observing the bear, the tiger that resembled a larger version of her cat at home and the lion, supposedly the king of the jungle, who simply squatted there and stared back at the couple, not putting on any show at all.
Mesmerized, they stood before the zebra enclosure. “The animals look like inmates in a prison,” Kathryn remarked in a somber tone of voice. “And they seem so sad; their eyes appear as if they’ve been crying. These animals are beasts of nature but men in prison are also beasts, only of their own making.”
Mr. Thomas peered at her with curiosity. “You do not have sympathy for convicts?”
“No, not really. If they are incarcerated they must have done something to deserve their punishment.”
However later He has this thought
As Mr. Thomas traveled to his appointment, he mulled over the afternoon. Miss St. Clair seemed a very generous woman but she appeared to show no kindness for those that society deemed guilty, whether or not they in fact deserved the punishment doled out to them.