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She gave a frightful screech, and Clare, coming to himself, though still stupid from her blow and his own surprise, called off the dog. The woman limped raging to the house, and Clare thought it prudent to go his way. He talked severely to Abdiel as they went; but though the dog could understand much, I doubt if he understood that lecture.
I liked to personify Satan, and to declaim the grand speeches of the hero-rebel, and many a happy hour did I pass in Milton's heaven and hell, with for companions Satan and "the Son", Gabriel and Abdiel.
"We'd be worth our victuals anyhow!" answered Clare, who always counted the dog. "Who's we?" asked the man. "Be there a hundred of you?" "No; only two. Only me and Abdiel here!" "Oh, that beast of a mongrel?" The gardener made a stride as if to seize the dog. Clare bounded from him. The man burst into a mocking laugh. "He's a good dog, indeed, sir!" said Clare.
Things returned to their old way at Miss Tempest's. Her friends never doubted she would now at last commit her plate to her banker's strong room, but they found themselves mistaken: she was convinced that, with such servants and Abdiel, it was safe where it was. The leader of the gang, injured by Clare's water-jug, was soon after captured, and the gang was broken up. Ann Shotover.
Clare had taken much pains to make Abdiel understand that he was not to intrude where his presence was not desired that the show was not for him, and thought the dog had learned perfectly that never on any pretence, or for any reason, was he to go down those steps, however often he saw his master go down.
The same thing took place, as often as it was possible, for some weeks, and Clare came to have as much confidence, in so far at least as good intention was concerned, in the puma as in Abdiel. If only he could have him out of the cage, that the dear beast might have a little taste of old liberty!
Satan was turned into a bad serpent because he was a bad angel; you will be a good serpent, because you are a good dog! I hope, however, we shall yet put a stop to the serpent-business!" Abdiel wagged his tail, as much as to say, "All right, master!" The nights were now very cold; winter was coming fast.
While Gunn held Abdiel as he did, he could not seriously injure him; and although he was hurting him dreadfully, his hate-possessed fingers, like a live, writhing vice, worrying and squeezing the skin of his poor little neck, it yet was better to wait the right moment.
The dog started up, every hair of him full of electric vitality. "You don't mean you're going to walk yourself off in such a beastly ungrateful fashion an' all for a miserable cur!" exclaimed the cook. "The lady has been most kind to us, and we're grateful to her, and ready to work for her if she will let us; ain't we, Abdiel? But Abdiel has done far more for me than Miss Tempest!
He thought to see the mistress of the menagerie, but she was no longer in her curtained box. He went out on the deserted platform, and down the steps. Abdiel was already at the foot when he reached it, wagging his weary little tail. They set out to look for a shelter.
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