Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square. Hill’s first night back amongst us, too. "Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over. We haven’t. Presently they came to a wall, on the other side of which the dog began to bark violently; but Blueskin tossed him a piece of prepared meat, and uttering a low growl, he became silent. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment. ‘Home?’ ‘To your family.
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