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Just as the pale dawn was drawing the things about them into sight, the
fitful barking of dogs came near again, and stopped. They listened.
After a pause they heard the quick pattering of feet seeking round the
house, and short, half-smothered barks. Then again everything was still.
"
Ssh!" whispered Elizabeth, and pointed to the door of their room.
Denton went half-way towards the door, and stood listening. He came back
with a face of affected unconcern. "They must be the sheep-dogs of the
Food Company," he said. "They will do us no harm."
He sat down again beside her. "What a night it has been!" he said, to
hide how keenly he was listening.
"
I don't like dogs," answered Elizabeth, after a long silence.
Dogs never hurt any one," said Denton. "In the old days--in the
"
nineteenth century--everybody had a dog."
"
There was a romance I heard once. A dog killed a man."
"Not this sort of dog," said Denton confidently. "Some of those
romances--are exaggerated."
Suddenly a half bark and a pattering up the staircase; the sound of
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