side, and now, in a sudden frenzy, he would 

 rush up the stairs into my room and lay him- 

 self firmly down in the partly packed port- 

 manteau. Evicted thence, he posted himself 

 at the front door, waiting for me there in 

 a pathetic attitude of guilty determination. 

 Finally he had to be removed by force and 

 shut up in a room, but even then I have 

 sometimes known him to burst his bars and 

 arrive, pursued by a boy, on the station plat- 

 form as the train was moving out. How, 

 indeed, is a dog to be assured that he will 

 ever see his departing master again ? 

 <5 I cannot do more than indicate briefly the 

 merits of Rouser, a rough-haired terrier, and 

 Worry, an Irish terrier, friendly dogs, but 

 not my own. Each of them had a distinctive 

 character, but it was lost under the great 

 heap of imaginary attributes which their 

 fond master had raised about them. Rouser 

 was an amiable dog, not gifted with an over- 

 mastering intelligence, who could always be 

 made to believe that an army of rats lurked 

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