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Vain Fortune by George (George Augustus) Moore
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'Yes; she told me of your kind intentions. I have to thank you.'

They walked on in silence, neither knowing what to say.

'Go away, Dandy!' said Emily, thrusting her black silk parasol at the dog,
who had begun an attack on Hubert's trousers. The dog retreated; Hubert
laughed.

'I'm afraid he doesn't like me.'

'He'll soon get to know you. Are you fond of animals?'

'I don't know that I am, particularly.'

'Oh!' she said, looking at him reproachfully, 'how can you?' Her eyes
seemed to say, 'I never can like you after that.' 'I adore animals,' she
said. 'My dear dog--there is nothing in the world I love as I love my
Dandy; come here, dear.' The dog came, wagging his tail, putting back his
ears, knowing he was going to be caressed. Emily stooped down, took his
rough head in her hands, and kissed him. 'Is he not a dear?' she said,
looking up; and then she said, 'I hope you won't object to having him in
the house;' her face clouded.

'Oh, my dear Emily, how can you ask such a question? I shall never object
to anything you desire.' The conversation paused, and they walked some
paces in silence. Emily had just begun to speak of her flowers, when they
came upon the gardener, who was standing in consternation over the
fragments of a broken mowing-machine. Jack--that was the donkey--had been
left to himself just for a moment. It was impossible to say what wild freak
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