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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Day of the Dog"

And I might have
been torn to pieces," she shuddered, glancing down at the now infuriated
dog.
"It would have been appalling," he agreed, discreetly allowing her to
imagine the worst.
"How can I ever thank you?" cried she impulsively. He made a very
creditable show of embarrassment in the effort to convince her that he
had accomplished only what any man would have attempted under similar
circumstances. She was thoroughly convinced that no other man could have
succeeded.
"Well, we're in a pretty position, are we not?" he asked in the end.
"I think I can stick on without being held, Mr. Crosby," she said, and
his arm slowly and regretfully came to parade rest.
"Are you sure you won't get dizzy?" he demanded in deep solicitude.
"I'll not look down," she said, smiling into his eyes. He lost the power
of speech for a moment. "May I look at those figures now?"
For the next ten minutes she studiously followed him as he explained the
contents of the various papers. She held the sheets and they sat very
close to each other on the big beam.


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