Harper's weekly . ow-whitv !:-? i ;. ? irds had been jminutes before, upon the formidable brutehead; and looked him straight in the eye;You big dogs arc all cowards, he said, addressing the animal contemptuously, with hiid the dogs w ithin an inch of each other. ow-white fingers, onI been perching ten You would kill a pour cat, you infernal would fly at a starving beggar, you infernalcoward. Any thing that you can surprise un-awares—any thing that is afraid of your big body,and your wicked white teeth, and your slobber-ing, blood-thirsty mouth, is the thing you like to you
Harper's weekly . ow-whitv !:-? i ;. ? irds had been jminutes before, upon the formidable brutehead; and looked him straight in the eye;You big dogs arc all cowards, he said, addressing the animal contemptuously, with hiid the dogs w ithin an inch of each other. ow-white fingers, onI been perching ten You would kill a pour cat, you infernal would fly at a starving beggar, you infernalcoward. Any thing that you can surprise un-awares—any thing that is afraid of your big body,and your wicked white teeth, and your slobber-ing, blood-thirsty mouth, is the thing you like to you mean, miserable bully; and you darent somuch ns look me in the face, because Im notafraid of you. Will you think better of it, andtry your teeth in my fat neck? Bah! not you 1**He turned nway, laughing at tho astonishmentof the men in the yard; nnd the dog crept backmeekly to his kennel. Ah! my nice waist-i mi ?be ; -ieally. I am sorry I cameof that brutes slobber has got onThose word-, express. would hurst their COUNT FOSCO ANU THK t /G. HARPERS WEEKLY. [February 18, is pocket. The rod roil, is!il>v:ivs 1 I know he flutters n kk&,&! 1:11 tune tli. ,1 1-, ti pen., ii ally to- 11 hi. ; a ;n vk-n 1 I 1 u to Co ii , ,. |. St. ler lit]., lie Ii s been uw of any Italian gentlemen who misfit hap-mondence with people on tlie Continent, fur offl II • . C on it. Perhaps he is Ins government? A d vet is to lie reconciled enlier i\ in:iv a jMlitieal exile. Cot it Tosco! A to? -as poor, den Mr. Gilmore would n sk, in nssurcdlv fee], even o half- ,,, jr the Count. He see winch e li;is evnl-ntlv guned over MOiclh he ,i |,l.,i,i!y .,:., „ giving nny serions ode i? Chisa?—as Co Wo and the Count (who devours pastry as Iii it devoured by any human t ) had jnitvi. -lavcly for hi- fourth rait, , r. .UurniUio M. Mctimun? asked Lai I louud tu ii-, \\\\.\ iIn: bin] der. ieitor. It was a perfectly I,
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