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 bystanders and his exit was made under a fire of raillery. Cries of “Love me, love my dog.” “Where was your pup raised?” “Is that what you call the dog tax?” pursued him to the steps, where he dropped the now submissive Cairlo with unnecessary violence, and, later, threw him into the cab with no gentle hand. Patty had heard the roars of Rh