OUR FRIEND THE DOG 



in the master's house. You feel 

 yourself very small and weak in 

 the presence of the mystery. You 

 know that the gloom is peopled 

 with foes who hover and lie in 

 wait. You suspect the trees, the 

 passing wind and the moonbeams. 

 You would like to hide, to sup- 

 press yourself by holding your 

 breath. But still the watch must 

 be kept; you must, at the least 

 sound, issue from your retreat, 

 face the invisible and bluntly dis- 

 turb the imposing silence of the 

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