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time the door was open he bolted out, and never 

 again came within reach of his old master. This 

 seems rather a stretch of canine intelligence, but it 

 was told me as a true story ; and I am convinced 

 that the relater, who was the master of the dog, 

 believed it himself. 



But I must close my chapter on this subject, or I 

 shall become insufferably prolix. 



