Wully 



a shrewd, handsome, young woman, who, in 

 the capacity of general manager of the house, 

 was Wully's special guardian. The other mem- 

 bers of Dorley's family Wully learned to toler- 

 ate, but the rest of the world, men and dogs, he 

 seemed to hate. 



His uncanny disposition was well shown in 

 the last meeting I had with him. I was walk- 

 ing on a pathway across the moor behind Dor- 

 ley's house. Wully was lying on the doorstep. 

 As I drew near he arose, and without appear- 

 ing to see me trotted toward my pathway and 

 placed himself across it about ten yards ahead of 

 me. There he stood silently and intently regard- 

 ing the distant moor, his slightly bristling mane 

 the only sign that he had not been suddenly 

 turned to stone. He did not stir as I came up, 

 and not wishing to quarrel, I stepped around 

 past his nose and walked on. Wully at once 

 left his position and in the same eerie silence 

 trotted on some twenty feet and again stood 

 across the pathway. Once more I came up 

 and, stepping into the grass, brushed past his 

 nose. Instantly, but without a sound, he seized 

 my left heel, I kicked out with the other foot, 



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