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"Bow-wow!" said Towser; "I don't care a straw for the big gate. I would jump over it if I was younger, and I would squeeze myself through the bars if the space was only wide enough. Bow-wow, who cares for the big gate?" "Go round the other side," said Flora, "and I will let you in." Towzer wagged his tail, and started off, as if he meant to go round, but he was only making believe.
She cried because her woman said she must leave her old doll behind her; and when my brother declared that she should have anything she liked, she danced about, and kissed him, and made him kiss its wooden face with half the paint rubbed off." "He did?" "Oh, yes! She is like a pretty fresh plaything to him, and they go about together just like big Towzer and little Frisk at home.
He was looking very intently at the party coming up, to see whether his master was among them. "Whose dog is that?" said Josey. "I don't know," said Oliver; "I never saw him before." "I wonder what his name is," said Josey. "Here! Towzer, Towzer, Towzer," said he. "Here! Caesar, Caesar, Caesar," said Oliver. "Pompey, Pompey, Pompey," said Jonas.
Here's a game! Happily, too, the greater part of the boys came back low-spirited, and were not so boisterous at my expense as I had expected. Some of them certainly did dance about me like wild Indians, and the greater part could not resist the temptation of pretending that I was a dog, and patting and soothing me, lest I should bite, and saying, 'Lie down, sir! and calling me Towzer.
In Development, one of the poems of his last volume, he recalls his father's sportive way of teaching him at five years old, with the aid of piled-up chairs and tables the cat for Helen, and Towzer and Tray as the Atreidai, the story of the siege of Troy, and, later, his urging the boy to read the tale "properly told" in the translation of Homer by his favourite poet, Pope.
See there! the old swallow-nests in the castle yard! -and the little garden-gate! and this corner of the fence where I so often watched in ambuscade to teaze old Towzer! and down there in the green valley, where, as the great Alexander, I led my Macedonians to the battle of Arbela; and the grassy hillock yonder, from which I hurled the Persian satrap and then waved on high my victorious banner!
Almost at the same time, the door of the cottage opened, and Ronald and the Major appeared upon the threshold with a lantern. As they so stood, they were almost immediately below me, strongly illuminated, and within easy earshot. The Major pacified the dog, who took instead to low, uneasy growling intermingled with occasional yelps. "Good thing I brought Towzer!" said Chevenix.
"Left that place for good, Pendennis?" Mr. Foker said, descending from his landau and giving Pendennis a finger. "Yes, this year or more," Pen said. "Beastly old hole," Mr. Foker remarked. "Hate it. Hate the Doctor: hate Towzer, the second master; hate everybody there. Not a fit place for a gentleman." "Not at all," said Pen, with an air of the utmost consequence.
Innocence was stamped upon her. For nothing in the world would she have glanced down upon the collar. "Oh, nothing nice little rat, that's all. And I'm game. Stuff him in, if you want. I'll deliver him to your vet." "You will? Really? Why, how kind you are! I do appreciate it. You mean it?" "Of course I do. Stuff him in. Delighted to be of any little service. Come on, Towzer.
Not willingly do they become flunkeys to Fido, bell boys to bull terriers, and toddlers after Towzer. Modern Circe, instead of turning them into animals, has kindly left the difference of a six-foot leash between them. Every one of those dogmen has been either cajoled, bribed, or commanded by his own particular Circe to take the dear household pet out for an airing.
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