Miss Caprice by St. George Rathborne
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the blue imprint of two fangs in the muscular part of his forearm.
CHAPTER III. SAVED BY FIRE. She looks up into his eyes; there is a set expression to be seen there, but his face is no whiter than before, although it must be a terrible shock to any man to see the imprint of a mad dog's teeth in the flesh of his arm. "Oh, it has happened, the worst that could come about! What will you do, doctor?" He is a man of medicine, and he knows full well what such a wound means. "There is only one thing to be done. Excuse me for a minute or two, Lady Ruth." He springs away from her side, and, turning with surprise, she sees him dart into the smithy of a worker in iron, just down the road a bit. "Let us follow him!" says Philander. "Poor, poor boy!" remarks Aunt Gwen. |
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