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Updated: July 8, 2025
Mother is what I am, a street-dog; there's no royal blood in mother's veins, nor is she like that father of mine, nor and that's the worst she's not even like me. For while I, when I'm washed for a fight, am as white as clean snow, she and this is our trouble, she my mother, is a black-and-tan.
After the fight Jimmy Jocks was most condescending to me, and he said the grooms had boasted to the kennel-men that I was a son of Regent Royal, and that when the kennel-men asked who was my mother they had had to tell them that too. Perhaps that was the way of it, but, however, the scandal got out, and every one of the quality-dogs knew that I was a street-dog and the son of a black-and-tan.
Mother is what I am, a street-dog; there's no royal blood in mother's veins, nor is she like that father of mine, nor and that's the worst she's not even like me. For while I, when I'm washed for a fight, am as white as clean snow, she and this is our trouble she, my mother, is a black-and-tan.
He is the scavenger of manners, as the Constantinople street-dog is of gutters; a natural police des moeurs, infinitely more efficient than any artificial organisation; an all-ramifying association created to keep the bounds of social order, on duty at every street corner, alert to check every outbreak of individuality. Do ladies aspire to ride bicycles? Or wear bloomers?
But this was an exception, a marked reversion to the ancestral type; like the hairy human infant. The true dog of the nineteenth century, to judge by the remainder of my fairly large acquaintance, is in love with respectability. A street-dog was once adopted by a lady.
But all I know is just this, that when that fellow Martinian got back again into Pelusium, after being turned out by the late bishop for a rogue and hypocrite as he was, and got the ear of this present bishop, and was appointed his steward, and ordained priest I'd as soon have ordained that street-dog and plundered him and brought him to disgrace for I don't believe this bishop is a bad man, but those who use rogues must expect to be called rogues and ground the poor to the earth, and tyrannised over the whole city so that no man's property, or reputation, scarcely their lives, were safe; and after all, had the impudence, when he was called on for his accounts, to bring the church in as owing him money; I just know this, that he added to all his other shamelessness this, that he offered the patriarch a large sum of money to buy a bishopric of him.... And what do you think the patriarch answered?
You can't keep a street-dog tied up all his life. It's against his natur'." The head-groom is a nice old gentleman, but he doesn't know everything. Just as though I'd been a street-dog because I liked it. As if I'd rather poke for my vittles in ash-heaps than have 'em handed me in a wash-basin, and would sooner bite and fight than be polite and sociable.
If you are poor you must be honest. That is the first rule of the game." "I am as poor as a street-dog," said the voice, unconcernedly. "And you would not take a loan as from one gentleman to another?" "No," answered Spanish pride, crouching in the bushes, "I could not do that." Cartoner reflected for some moments.
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