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Updated: June 10, 2025
If I could believe the servant, the Cur was as innocent of the abduction of Cristel as I was. But could I trust the servant? The events of the next morning altered the whole complexion of affairs fatally for the worse. Arriving at the cottage, I found a man prostate on the road, dead drunk and the Cur's servant looking at him. "May I ask something?" the man said.
Say, mates, what reward shall be paid to this man for his good fellowship to us and his tenderness for your lives?" As with one voice the men answered "Death!" "Thou hearest, Hall?" said Eric. "Yet I would deal more gently with one to whom I swore fellowship so lately. Get thee gone from our company, and let us see thy cur's face no more. Get thee gone, I say, before I repent of my mercy."
In a doorway one of these fellows, a swarthy brigand, was feeding a particularly ill-favoured mongrel, kneeling beside it and admonishing it to eat. "Allez, vite, mange donc, Hélène!" he was saying, and Esther found entertainment in the mangy cur's rejoicing in the name of Hélène. It was dark now, lights flared in the windows.
Then raising the cur's head, still thinking that he was only in a fit, she perceived with horror the bloody holes imprinted by five or six sharp fangs, which left no doubt of the cause of his deplorable end. Her first impulse was one of grief and despair. "Dead!" she exclaimed; "dead! and already cold! Oh, goodness!" And this woman burst into tears. The tears of the wicked are ominous.
Every now and then the fad of a new trick puzzle a few bits of twisted wire, or a stick and a string will as effectually occupy the time of an entire community as a cowbell will take up the undivided attention of a cur, if the bell is hitched to the cur's tail. The folks of Egypt had a couple of brain-twisters to solve. What had happened to Tasper Britt?
And my hatred, too, fights against you the cur's bitter hatred for the mastering hand it dares not bite. I dare now. You made me your pander, you slew my manhood; in return, body and soul, I demolish you.
I shall have to make for Balcary or that narrow shingly cur's hole of a Portowarren, where a ship can't turn between the Boreland heuchs and the reefs of Port Ling. Then there are never enough boats there, and three tides will not serve to clear her. Why could not Kennedy McClure mind his business, which is also my business?
They kept good order and a similitude of quiet for so many, except far to the rear, where old Wilkerson was bringing up the tail of the procession, dragging a wretched yellow dog by a slip-noose fastened around the poor cur's protesting neck, the knot carefully arranged under his right ear.
Keeping her hold of the dog's neck, for his collar was gone, she dragged him half-way towards the gate, then turning up to the marquis a face like a peony, replied 'I am the culprit, my lord. 'By St. George! you are a brave damsel, and there is no culpa that I know of, except on the part of that intruding cur. 'And the cur's mistress, my lord. But, indeed, he is no cur, but a true mastiff.
Yes, by all means ... Good-by, old man." Wemple lighted a cigarette and wiped his forehead. "You know Campos, José H. Campos," he volunteered. "The dirty cur's stuck Carson up for twenty thousand pesos. We had to pay, or he'd have compelled half our peons to enlist or set the wells on fire. And you know, Davies, what we've done for him in past years. Gratitude? Simple decency? Great Scott!"
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