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12 the ardent demand, sustained by the sense of its being a right, and the uncertain fear which suspects waggery concealed in the menace, and treachery in the caress; he suspects ostentatious sweetness.

He spies the propitious moment to commit an innocent and tiny robbery.

Oh, how I understand you now when you come and ask me: "Why do you not bid me 'Good Morning'? Why do we not go out to-day? Why is it that we have to wait for our supper? Are you dressing yourself for a stroll? Will you take me along? Will you please do me the favor to open that door? O what is that noise that comes from the street, tell me, you who know all and even when you tell me, how can you be in good humor with that low crowd that shows that it hates dogs? It would kill me, kick me to death if I were not your dog."