Its smooth surface soothed her nerves. The burden of decision had been transferred. 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. Cautiously stepping outside, he looked up towards the terrace.
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