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They would be mainly how and where he found refuge, and how he and Abdiel got things to eat. Verily they did not live on the fat of the land.
To the pale-faced, listening child, Clare talked much about the wonderful Abdiel, and about the kind good Miss Tempest who was keeping him to live again at length with his old master; and Ann loved the dog she had never seen, because the dog loved the Clare who was come at last. When they returned, Clare rang the house-bell, and gave up his charge to the man who opened the door.
"Come, Abdiel," said Clare; "we must go and tell Miss Tempest! Perhaps she'll find something else for us to do. If she can't, she'll forgive us our breakfast, and we'll be off on the tramp again. I thought we were going to have a day's rest I mean work; that's the rest we want! But this man is an enemy to the poor."
Clare knew too well the meaning of that look, and saw in him Satan regarding Abdiel with eye of fire, and the words on his lips "And fly, ere evil intercept thy flight." The moment he came near enough, without word, or show of malice beyond what lay in his eye, he made, with the sharp hoe he carried, a sudden downstroke at the faithful angel, thinking to serve him as Gabriel served Moloch.
"You won't let him put his nose in anything, will you?" she said quite gently, returning his smile with a very pleasant one of her own. "Abdiel is too much of a gentleman to do it," he answered. "A dog a gentleman!" rejoined the housemaid with a merry laugh, willing to draw him out. "Abdiel can be hungry and not greedy," answered Clare, and the young woman was silent. Miss Tempest and Mrs.
Now and then some benevolent person, seeing him in such evident want, would contrive a job in order to pay him for it: in one place, although they had no need of him, certain good people gave him ten days' work under a gardener, and dismissed him with twenty shillings in his pocket. One way and another, Clare and Abdiel did not die of hunger or of cold.
And growl not at Jacob or I'll send thee away. So Abdiel spoke of my dogs! They are well enough, one can work with them. But I've had better dogs.
"Nothing but a beastly turnip and a wormy beet," said Tommy. "I'm awful hungry." "You'd have had something better if you'd stuck by the baby, and not left her to the rats!" "There ain't no rats," growled Tommy. "Will you believe your own eyes?" returned Clare, and showed him the skin of the rat Abdiel had slain. "I've a great mind to make you eat it!" he added, dangling it before him by the tail.
Abdiel followed quietly at his heel, for his master walked lost in thought, and Abdiel was too hungry to make merry without his notice. Clare, fresh to the world, had been a great reader for one so young, and could encounter new experience with old knowledge.
It was to them as the middle of the night, though it was but past ten o'clock, when Abdiel all at once jumped right up on his four legs, cocked his ears, listened, leaped off the bed, ran to the door, and began to bark furiously. He was suddenly blinded by the glare of a bull's-eye-lantern, and received a kick that knocked all the bark out of him, and threw him to the other side of the room.
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