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. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. Jack in all probability, would have escaped, if Langley, who was left in the Lodge, had not been alarmed at the noise and rushed thither. \"Actually, John, I really must get going. This started a thought moving. She would not forgive me. You'll find those young ladies extremely agreeable acquaintances.
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