master-to-dog

Updated: January 24, 2026

It seemed to me that his lips must give passage to the oaths and filth swelling beneath his chest, and seething behind his eyes. "Sayler!" repeated the clerk in a voice that exploded within me. "No!" I shouted, not in answer to the clerk, but in denial of that insolent master-to-dog command from the beast in the gallery. The look in his eyes changed to relief and contemptuous approval.

David Graham Phillips - The Plum Tree