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Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart. ’ ‘Yes, but what is it, Jacques?’ demanded the lady. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. I am up to the ears in it all— every moment I can spare. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things.
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