Novel Notes by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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the window, so I just follows and slips in after 'im.'
"'Did you catch him?' asked my father. "'Did I catch 'im!' almost shrieked the man. ''Ow could I catch 'im with that blasted dog of yours 'olding me down by the throat, while 'e lights 'is pipe and walks out by the back door?' "The dog was for sale the next day. The mater, who had grown to like him, because he let the baby pull his tail, wanted us to keep him. The mistake, she said, was not the animal's fault. Two men broke into the house almost at the same time. The dog could not go for both of them. He did his best, and went for one. That his selection should have fallen upon the policeman instead of upon the burglar was unfortunate. But still it was a thing that might have happened to any dog. "My father, however, had become prejudiced against the poor creature, and that same week he inserted an advertisement in _The Field_, in which the animal was recommended as an investment likely to prove useful to any enterprising member of the criminal classes." MacShaughnassy having had his innings, Jephson took a turn, and told us a pathetic story about an unfortunate mongrel that was run over in the Strand one day and its leg broken. A medical student, who was passing at the time, picked it up and carried it to the Charing Cross Hospital, where its leg was set, and where it was kept and tended until it was quite itself again, when it was sent home. The poor thing had quite understood what was being done for it, and had been the most grateful patient they had ever had in the hospital. The |
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