Puck: his vicissitudes, adventures, observations, conclusions, friendships, and philosophies . kindly. Has she left you here on purpose ? Not likelythough, as you^re of value ! ^ And with that he took me, thrust me kindlyand carelessly into his pocket, and moved onward : Istruggled, and whined, and contrived to draw hisattention to Bronze, who was looking on with wistfuland patient endurance of oblivion. He whistled Bronze to him. You look stray and starved, my friend ? Comealong too if you like.^ 294 PUCK. Bronze understood; and came timidly near_, andtouched his hand with a grateful motion o
Puck: his vicissitudes, adventures, observations, conclusions, friendships, and philosophies . kindly. Has she left you here on purpose ? Not likelythough, as you^re of value ! ^ And with that he took me, thrust me kindlyand carelessly into his pocket, and moved onward : Istruggled, and whined, and contrived to draw hisattention to Bronze, who was looking on with wistfuland patient endurance of oblivion. He whistled Bronze to him. You look stray and starved, my friend ? Comealong too if you like.^ 294 PUCK. Bronze understood; and came timidly near_, andtouched his hand with a grateful motion of his ownrough tongue; but he did not move after us^ andthe last thing I saw of him were his two sad, kindeyes, gleaming with their soft hazel light from outof the portico darkness. My heart was full at leaving him thus :—butwhat could I do ? I was horribly cold and hungry; and this is acombination which kills sentiment in bigger peoplethan myself. The emotions, like a hot-houseflower, or the sea-dianthus, wither curiously whenaired in an east wind, or kept some hours waitingfor CHAPTER XIY. SUNDAY MORNING.
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