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This is Denis's fault, which Guy, in spite of 

 all my lessons, has contracted from him. 

 With the evident intention of sending Denis 

 out, Guy suddenly started up, and began to 

 bark towards the door in an excited manner, 

 but not running out himself, as he certainly 

 would have done, had he really heard any- 

 thing. Down went Denis's bone, and out 

 rushed he, barking at the top of his voice. 

 Did Guy follow him ? Oh, dear no ! he had 

 no such intentions ; he sneaked up to Denis's 

 bone immediately, picked it up, and ran to 

 the other end of the room. But when he 

 had got it, he did not know what to do with 

 it ; there was no hiding-place for him there, 

 and he dare neither await Denis's return 

 openly, nor risk meeting him at the door. 

 My sister and I were, by this time, both 

 sitting on a bench against the wall, watching 

 the scene between the dogs, and Guy, after 

 running once round the room, with the bone 

 in his mouth, came and crept in beneath my 

 seat, where he was hidden by my dress, and 

 where he lay, not eating the bone, and in 

 perfect silence. Presently Master Denis 



