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We do not die for biscuits, but because we love the lady," said Antony. I bent down and kissed Ulfus, who was nearest to me. "Now I am going to show you some Thornhirst pictures and some older Athelstans that are in the hall and the dining-room, and a portrait of my mother that I have in my own smoking-room." Antony made the most interesting guide.
It was as if he wanted to remove the least feeling of awkwardness this unusual situation might possibly cause me to feel. Ulfus, Belfus, and Bedevere had followed us, and now lay, like three grim guardians, upon the tiger-skin hearth-rug. "How is your arm?" I asked. "Oh, that is all right. I had the shot taken out and it has quite healed up. Wonderful escape we had that day!" And he laughed.
"Then Ulfus, Belfus, and Bedevere are the descendants of that dog in the picture?" "Yes." "No wonder they give themselves such airs." "Do you hear that, boys?" said Antony, turning to the three, who had again followed us. "My Comtesse says you give yourselves airs. Come and die for her to show her your real sentiments."
"Ulfus, Belfus, and Bedevere, come and be introduced to a fair lady," said Antony. "You can be quite civil, she is of the family." The dogs came forward. "What darlings!" I said, patted them all. They received the caresses with dignity, and, without gush, made me understand they were glad to see me.
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