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I should most likely lose, and you're much better without the brandy." Monty was foaming with passion and baffled desire. "You beast!" he cried, "you low, ill-bred cur! How dared you look at her picture! How dare you make me such an offer! Let me go, I say! Let me go!" But Trent did not immediately relax his grasp. It was evidently not safe to let him go. His fit of anger bordered upon hysterics.
It remained for this contemptible cur of a husband and father to open my eyes. He had risen when I had brought myself to look at him. And as I hope for heaven he took my emotion for pity of himself. "I have worried you enough for one day with my troubles, my lad," said he. "But they are very hard to bear, and once in a while it does me good to speak of them." I did not trust myself to reply.
But that was some time ago, and now she is engaged to this other fellow. Is she in love with him, do you suppose?" Claire shrugged vaguely. "I don't know! She is in love with the idea of a home." "And he? You have seen them together. He is a cur, there's no getting away from that, but he might be attached to the girl all the same. Do you think he is?" "Oh, how can I tell?"
He has the kind of pugnacity which prompts a cur or a puppy to attack a Newfoundland or a mastiff. He has not the fidelity and many other good qualities of the canine race. At any rate, he has become a mischievous dog, and a dull dog, and will soon be a "sad dog." We would venture to suggest, that he should at once be raised to the peerage, under the title of Baron Tear-'em.
Aw, look at him, Max; he remembers how you used to bring him " "Get down! Get down, I said! For God's sake get that little red-eyed, mangy cur out of here while we're eating, can't you? Good gad! can't a man eat a meal in this joint without having that dirty cur whining around? Get him down off your dress there, Mae. Get out, you little cur! G-e-t out!" "Max!" "Chocolate candy in my pocket.
The cur, however, kept at a safe distance, but showed a degree of friendliness by short jerks of his tail. "Perhaps a piece of bacon will bring him," and Keith held a portion temptingly before his view. The dog pricked up his ears, advanced, drew back, and looked around. Then, squatting down upon his haunches, he lifted his nose into the air and gave vent to a most doleful howl.
And, curiously enough, he noticed for the first time that the prison pallor was strong on Crimmins' face, and that the hair above his outstanding ears was clipped to the roots. Then Crimmins spoke; through his teeth, and very slowly: "So you'll go to Waterbury, eh?" And he nodded the words home. "You little cur, you you little misbegotten bottle of bile! What are you and your hypocrisies to me?
If we could learn whether he says to himself: "I see hate in that face, hypocrisy, greed. I will paint them. That man is not man, but cur. He shall fawn on my canvas." Or does he paint through a kind of inspired carelessness, and as the line obeys the eye and hand, so does the emotion live in the line?" "Oh, gammon!" snapped Wilmer.
Everybody knew him, and everybody despised him for a low-down, thieving, lazy cur, everybody except Jonathan. Jonathan loved him, loved his weepy, smeary eyes, and his rough, black hair, and his fat round body, short stumpy legs, and shorter stumpy tail, especially the tail.
The host was angry, but a good-natured relation of the family hastened to interrupt him, saying: 'I am a countryman, and you will surely admit, Dr. Hansen, that a good farm watch-dog is an absolute necessity for us. Eh? 'Oh yes, a little cur that can yelp, so as to awake the master. 'No, thank you. We must have a decent dog, that can lay the rascals by the heels.
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