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Updated: May 17, 2025
I got on the subway at Times Square, jumped quick into the car just as the doors were closing, and the guard yapped at me, "What are you trying to do, Billy, kill yourself?"
Then Parish Thornton spoke again: spoke with a passion that seemed almost as destructive as the short-lived chair he had been swinging flail-like, though the panting exertion made his voice come in disjointed and sob-like gasps. "Ye hain't done yit," he shouted into their maddened faces as they crowded and yapped about him.
An occasional stray dog yapped at the wheels, and more than once heads peered over roof-tops to try and glimpse them, because gossip especially about sahibs who are out after dark is a coinage of its own that buys welcome and refreshment almost anywhere.
They had all yapped before, but this deep, resonant bark fully one in three had no crack in it this was an achievement indeed. After a while the grey bitch pup came and tentatively chewed Finn's backbone, with a vague idea that the sound came from there.
The Duke was a silent man, stepping quietly, with his eyes down, as though he'd just come from confession; when the Duchess's lap-dog yapped at his heels he danced like a man in a swarm of hornets; when the Duchess laughed he winced as if you'd drawn a diamond across a window-pane. And the Duchess was always laughing.
I repeated it. She asked me what was meant by the horizon. I answered. And meantime, while we were ruminating over the horizon and the Cave, in the yard below, my father was just getting ready to go shooting. The dogs yapped, the trace horses shifted from one leg to another impatiently and coquetted with the coachman, the footman packed the waggonette with parcels and all sorts of things.
Tossell's dinner-horn; it seemed to travel, too, from a distance beyond the farm, and as Tilda listened, it was followed by a yet fainter sound, as of many dogs baying or barking together. 'Dolph heard it, yapped excitedly, and made a dash out through the doorway. But, when Tilda followed, the sounds had died away.
"Why; here is my friend!" said the King, as he put out his hand to me; and once more the dogs yapped at me from his side. He put his left hand out over their heads and pressed them down. "You must not bark at my friend Mr. Mallock," he said. "He is off to be a holy monk." For a moment I thought the King was making a mock of me; but it was not so. He was smiling at me very friendly.
He stumbled, fell, crawled up again, but he kept on. Above, the female coyote lowered her head, drew a test sniff of a new scent. She recognized that as part of the proper way of life. She yapped once at her mate, but he was absorbed in his night song, his muzzle pointed moonward as he voiced a fine wailing.
The cubs sucked their mother, and the puppy, who was hungry, ran round them and sniffed at the snow. "I'll eat him . . ." the mother-wolf decided. She went up to him, and he licked her nose and yapped at her, thinking that she wanted to play with him.
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