Memories . / i? Ji^ Ur^ ^tu^, /^^^^--J-^^^e. M E M O R I E S he was on the top doorstep—busy, unashamed,giving no explanations, asking for his supper;and very shortly after him came his five hundred Lost Dog bills. Long I sat looking at himthat night after my companion had gone up,thinking of the evening, some years before,when there followed us that shadow of a spanielwho had been lost for eleven days. And myheart turned over within me. But he! Hewas asleep, for he knew not remorse. Ah ! and there was that other time, when itwas reported to me, returning home at night,that he had gone out to
Memories . / i? Ji^ Ur^ ^tu^, /^^^^--J-^^^e. M E M O R I E S he was on the top doorstep—busy, unashamed,giving no explanations, asking for his supper;and very shortly after him came his five hundred Lost Dog bills. Long I sat looking at himthat night after my companion had gone up,thinking of the evening, some years before,when there followed us that shadow of a spanielwho had been lost for eleven days. And myheart turned over within me. But he! Hewas asleep, for he knew not remorse. Ah ! and there was that other time, when itwas reported to me, returning home at night,that he had gone out to find me ; and I wentforth again, disturbed, and whistling his specialcall to the empty fields. Suddenly out of thedarkness I heard a rushing, and he came furiouslydashing against my heels from he alone knewwhere he had been lurking and saying to 49
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