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gone mad with fear, and was so bad, especially 

 at night, that if he had not got a bulldog 

 sleeping with him as a sort of friend, he 

 would go into a fit with fear and was often 

 unconscious for hours. 



It was an ugly story, and I am glad to say 

 with the death of the sand-pit man the 

 miserable part of the children's life ended. 

 The girl is now twelve years old and has 

 never left us. She is as sharp as a needle 

 and as honest as old Chance and as good. 

 She is having a good education, thanks to 

 our Rector's wife, and could if need be earn 

 her own livelihood, but we are not going 

 ever to part with her. 



The boy Jack was a great trouble to us at 

 first. For months he would not be parted 

 for a moment, day or night, from Grindum, 

 and the dog actually had to go to school with 

 him ; but the master utterly failed to teach 

 the boy even as far as A B C in his alpha- 



