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Updated: July 1, 2025
"Humph!" said Dagobert, scratching his forehead; "this reminds me, young ladies, that you kept on rubbing your eyes last evening, and pretending to be half asleep. I wager, it was all to send me away the sooner, and to get to your dream as fast as possible." "Yes, Dagobert." "The reason being, you could not say to me, as you would to Spoil-sport: Lie down, Dagobert!
At last, as nothing is so contagious as gayety, and as the worthy soldier was in an ecstasy of joy, he finished by laughing aloud with all his might, without knowing why, and only because Rose and Blanche were laughing. Spoil-sport had never seen his master in such a transport of delight; he looked at him for a while in deep and silent astonishment, and then began to bark in a questioning way.
The coachman obeyed; but Spoil-sport, who had seen Rose and Blanche enter by the little door, ran to it, and remained there. Mrs. Grivois then called the porter of the main entrance, a tall, vigorous fellow and said to him: "Here are ten francs for you, Nicholas, if you will beat out the brains of that great dog, who is crouching under the porch."
'By all the saints in heaven! cried Reuben, 'which ever of ye strikes first at the other I'll snap this pistol at his head. None of your jokes, Don Decimo, for by the Lord I'll let drive at you if you were my own mother's son. Put up your sword, for the trigger falls easy, and my finger is a twitching. 'Curse you for a spoil-sport! growled Saxon, sulkily sheathing his weapon.
"Hallo! there's Spoil-sport," said Dagobert, letting in his dog; "he wants to come in to brush acquaintance with the family too." The dog came in with a bound, and in a second was quite at home.
Spoil-sport, whom Dagobert had left in Paris, was stretched at full length near the cold stove; with his long muzzle resting on his forepaws, he kept his eye fixed on the sisters. Having slept but little during the night, they had perceived the agitation and anguish of Dagobert's wife.
They arrived there at the same moment as Dagobert. The soldier, unable to utter a syllable, fell on his knees at the threshold, and extended his arms to the daughters of General Simon; while Spoil-sport, running to them licked their hands.
Justin laughed at her. "I'd forgotten," said Clo. "It's only since this morning, and we've had so many things to think of." "I've thought of nothing but you. You seem to have thought of nothing but your Angel and these Herons." "It's the Herons I'm thinking of now," Clo confessed. "Why did you tell the man to go on?" "Why, I like old John Heron, but I'm not a spoil-sport." "What do you mean?"
Then he remembered a smaller sister of Ida May's, a little, squalling, yellow, wet-nosed nuisance that had annoyed his adolescence. So that little spoil-sport had grown up into the girl he had mistaken for Ida May. This fact increased his sense of strangeness that sense of great change that had fallen on the village in his absence which formed the groundwork of all his renewed associations.
No doubt, she loved her dog as much as we love Spoil-sport." "Alas! yes," replied Blanche. "We also wept when our old Jovial was killed." After a few minutes, Mrs. Grivois raised her head, dried her eyes definitively, and said in a gentle, and almost affectionate voice: "Forgive me, young ladies!
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