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Updated: May 31, 2025
"I daresay! I don't know anything about dogs." "If you had a dog like Abdiel, he would soon teach you dogs, ma'am!" rejoined Clare. By this time they were at the house-door. The lady told him to wait there, went in, and had a talk with her two maids.
By the side of their wavering groups he stands forth like an Abdiel: "Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal: Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth or change his constant mind, Though single."
Clare sat up feebly, and stared at the tumbler for a moment. Either he could hardly believe his eyes, or was too sick to take it at once. When he had it in his hand, he held it out to the dog. "Here, Abdiel, have a little," he said. This offended the old lady. "You're never going to give the dog that good milk!" she cried. "A little of it, please, ma'am!" " And feed him out of the tumbler too?"
But if he knew me to have slept in the greenhouse, he would hate me." The old lady said nothing, for, like most old ladies, she feared her gardener. She took the tumbler from the boy's hand, and went into the house. But in two minutes she came again, with another great piece of bread for Clare, and a bone with something on it which she threw to Abdiel.
Oh, baby! baby!" John tightened his grasp on his arm, and hurried him away in another direction. Where the big policeman issued with his charge, there was Abdiel hovering about as if his spring were wound up so tight that it wouldn't go off. How he came to be at that door, I cannot imagine. When he spied Tommy, he rushed at him. Tommy gave him a kick that rolled him over.
It did not escape him, however, that Abdiel was thoroughly at his ease in her company; and he believed therefore that the dog knew her better, or at least was more just to her, than he. The fact was Miss Tempest kept down all her feelings, with a vague sense that to show them would be to waste her substance: it was the one shape that the yet lingering selfishness of a very unselfish person took.
Filled with a foreboding that was almost a prescience, he fell to forcing his way without ceremony, and had got a little nearer to the puma, when, elbowing roughly through the spectators, with red, evil face, in drink but not drunk, Glum Gunn appeared, almost between him and the cage once more, to the horror of Clare, holding by the neck his poor little Abdiel, curled up into the shape of a flea.
By the side of their wavering groups he stands forth like an Abdiel: "Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal: Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth or change his constant mind, Though single."
It was plain to the boy, by this time not inexperienced, that he had been drinking, and, though not drunk, had taken enough to rouse the worst in him. He had the poor dog by the scruff of the neck, and was holding him out at arm's-length. Abdiel was the very picture of wretchedness.
She dared not interfere! He and Clare must settle the question of Abdiel or no Abdiel between them! She left the kitchen. The cook threw the dog a crust of bread, and Abdiel, after a look at his master, fell upon it with his white, hungry little teeth.
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