The next door neighbor's dog, chained outside, let out a single bark, but was silent as soon as she turned in that direction, instinctively afraid. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. “Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’ve always thought he was an idiot. He was heartily thankful for it. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. "'Sblood!" cried Jonathan, who had listened to the foregoing conversation with angry wonder, "I've been nicely done here.
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