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Updated: June 13, 2025
Mademoiselle sat by her brother, with her hand on the head of an old wolf-hound which frequently looked up at her in dumb adoration as she chattered with the men upon a hundred topics chiefly travel for they all loved it. "Hush, Moka!" she said to the great beast when he sprang up once with a sudden growl. "He does not like the thunder," she explained.
As he spoke he clapped his hand upon his poniard with a fierce snarl, showing his white teeth like a wolf-hound. The men about him fell back with unanimous alacrity, making out each to put himself behind the other. But the huge smith only puffed out his sooty cheeks as if to blow a fly off the next bite of cheese. "So-oftly, so-oftly, muster," drawled he; "do na go to ruffling it here.
"Why, that seemed a good plan. Unless you have some objection?" "What objection can I have? What does it matter to me?" He stooped to pat his dog, that sat upright watching his face. "Surely, that is that savage wolf-hound of Miss Swendon's?" "Yes. He divides his time between us." After a few minutes he said, "You seem to anticipate no difficulty in the way of your conquering hero?
"He is outside in the cloak-room. I will have him brought in; and then we shall see what you can do." Then someone went out and fetched the judge's dog, a lovely great Russian wolf-hound with slender legs and a shaggy coat. He was a proud and beautiful creature. "Now, Doctor," said the judge, "did you ever see this dog before? Remember you are in the witness-stand and under oath."
Outside of the eternal Mexican case, I don't seem to have discovered a thing. Mind you, I don't blame your papers for bearing down hard on the local news. I suppose it's mighty interesting to you New Yorkers to learn every morning just how much more money you owe on your new subway, and whether or not the temperature of Mrs. Van Damexpense's second-best Siberian wolf-hound is still rising.
Little Rol grew tired of his puppy, dropped it incontinently, and made an onslaught on Tyr, the old wolf-hound, who basked dozing, whimpering and twitching in his hunting dreams. Prone went Rol beside Tyr, his young arms round the shaggy neck, his curls against the black jowl. Tyr gave a perfunctory lick, and stretched with a sleepy sigh.
"Won't you take her downstairs?" interposed the nurse, and Olga wondered a little at the compassion in her voice. "She would be the better for a cup of tea." "So she would," said Nick. "Come along, Olga mia!" His arm was about her still. They went down the wide dim stairs, he and she and the great wolf-hound who submitted to Olga's hand upon him though plainly against his own judgment.
Now Björn spoke: "I will take no greeting from a shamed and outlawed man. Get thee gone, Eric Brighteyes, and take thy wolf-hound with thee, lest thou bidest here stiff and cold." "Speak not so loud, rat, lest hound's fang worry thee!" growled Skallagrim. But Eric laughed aloud and cried "Words must be said, and perchance men shall die, ere ever I leave this hall, Björn!"
Through a chink struggled a feeble beam of pale, yellow light, but his uncle was poring, doubtless, over his ledgers and had heard no sound. The wolf-hound Grip wagged his tail as Constans passed, and he patted his head, the one single creature in his uncle's household who might regret his absence on the morrow.
Upon this Red Murrough crossed himself, as did the rest, muttered into his tangle of red beard, and motioned Brian forward. This wider passage gave through a doorway upon the great hall. There was no dais, but the Dark Master was seated before the huge fireplace, his wolf-hound crouched down at his side.
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