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The stout lady was not at all grateful. She spoke as sharply as though Claire, and Claire alone, had been the cause of her pet's upset. She strode majestically away, leaving Claire trembling, confused, living over again those short moments. She had seen him; he had seen her! He was alive and well, living within a few miles of herself, yet as far apart as in another continent.
Chet's master sensed something wrong, for with a cry of his pet's name he hurried toward the stretched-out animal. "Don't!" exclaimed the colonel, reaching out a restraining hand. "The dog has been poisoned, and with a poison so deadly that even some of the foam from his lips, in a tiny scratch, might cause your death. Don't touch him with bare hands." "Poisoned, Colonel! Chet poisoned?"
Allan, on the contrary, though she was not a bookish woman, had protested against her husband's command urging that Edgar be encouraged to cultivate his talent. The ability to compose verse seemed to her, in a boy of Edgar's age, little short of miraculous, and, proud of her pet's accomplishment, she heaped indiscriminate praise upon every line that she saw of his writing.
Stubbs," said Toby, as he looked full in his pet's face and the old monkey sat as still and looked as grave as it was possible for him to look and sit "for we must be going into the woods deeper. Let's start off this way" and Toby pointed at right angles with the course they had been pursuing "an' keep right on that way till we come to something, or till we drop right down an' die."
The young story-teller! The fact is, that on the Southampton coach, the day previous, James Crawley had met the Tutbury Pet, who was coming to Brighton to make a match with the Rottingdean Fibber; and enchanted by the Pet's conversation, had passed the evening in company with that scientific man and his friends, at the inn in question. "I I'd best go and settle the score," James continued.
It will be a broken day with me, for I'm going out to have little pet's ears bored What? "And why not, I should like to know? "Oh, Mr. Caudle! the sooner you go away from the world, and live in a cave, the better. You're getting not fit for Christian society. What next? My ears were bored and What? "I know what you mean but that's nothing to do with it.
All trace of the "Pet's" previous professional coquetry was gone, perhaps it was only replaced by a more natural one; but as she looked up, and caught sight of Rand's interested face, she laughed again, and colored a little. Slight as was the blush, it was sufficient to kindle a sympathetic fire in Rand's own cheeks, which was so utterly unexpected to him that he turned on his heel in confusion.
Not that there is any scarcity of far better and more endearing and more accomplished girls than I am; not that I am much, but that they have made so much of me! Pet's affectionate heart was overcharged, and she sobbed while she pictured what would happen. 'I know what a change papa will feel at first, and I know that at first I cannot be to him anything like what I have been these many years.
"And the mongrel! She's urgin' him on. The terrier's got 'Pet' now." Alaric called out to the little poodle: "Fight him, old girl! Maul him! Woa there! 'Pet's' down. There is Ethel on the scene," he cried as Ethel ran across the lawn and picked up the badly treated poodle. "Go and separate them," urged Mrs. Chichester. "Not me," replied Alaric. "Ethel can handle 'em. I hate the little brutes.
Mr. Hawkes stopped, and once again looked at the strange family. Mrs. Chichester was sobbing: "And me his own sister " Alaric was moving restlessly about: "Beats any thing I've heard of. Positively anything." Ethel was looking intently at "Pet's" coat.
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