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excitement, panting, squeaking, rushing round the 

 room, and jumping on and off the chairs ; and he 

 used to stoop down, pressing her face to his, letting 

 her lick him, and speaking to her with a peculiarly 

 tender, caressing voice." 



He was very tender-hearted. A friend who often 

 visited at Down told me that Mrs. Darwin one day 

 urged her husband to punish the little dog for 

 some wrong-doing. He took the animal tenderly in 

 his arms and carried her out-of-doors, patting her 

 gently on the head. "Why, Charles," remon- 

 strated the wife, " she did not feel it." He replied, 

 " I could do no more." 



"The remembrance of screams or other sounds 

 heard in Brazil," says Francis Darwin, "when he 

 was powerless to interfere with what he believed 

 to be the torture of a slave, haunted him for years, 

 especially at night. In smaller matters, when he 

 could interfere, he did so vigorously. He returned 

 one day from his walk pale and faint from having 

 seen a horse ill-used, and from the agitation of 

 violently remonstrating with the man. On another 

 occasion he saw a horse-breaker teaching his son 

 to ride. The little boy was frightened, and the 

 man was rough. My father stopped, and, jumping 

 out of the carriage, reproved the man in no 

 measured terms. . . . 



"A visitor, driving from Orpington to Down, 

 told the man to go faster. 'Why,' said the driver, 

 ' if I had whipped the horse this much driving Mr. 

 Darwin, he would have got out of the carriage and 

 abused me well.' " 



