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Portrait of F. Anstey F. Anstey The Black Poodle, and Other Tales

Dandy knew her at the very first glance. It was Hilda, looking more like a fairy princess than ever.
She knew him almost as soon, for her clear voice rang out above the general laughter. 'Oh, that isn't Toby—he's my own dog, my Dandy, that I lost! It is really; let him come to me, please do! Don't you see how badly he wants to?'
There was a sudden surprised silence at this—even Mr. Punch was quiet for an instant; but as soon as Dandy heard her voice he could wait no longer, and crouched for a spring.
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Portrait of F. Anstey F. Anstey The Black Poodle, and Other Tales

Can you really get Master Archie to take some notice of me, sir?' she said to the figure on the clock.
'I can, my loveliest,' he said.
'And will it be exciting,' she asked, 'and romantic, and—and just the least bit wicked, too?'
'You shall be the very wickedest heroine in any nursery in the world,' he replied. 'Oh, dear me, how you will enjoy yourself!'
'Then I accept,' said Ethelinda; 'I put myself quite in your hands—I leave everything to you.'
'That's right!' cried the Sausage-Glutton, 'that's a brave little beauty. It's a bargain, then?
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Portrait of F. Anstey F. Anstey The Black Poodle, and Other Tales

When we re-entered the drawing-room, we found Frank Travers, who had been told the story of the recovery, and I observed his jaw fall as he glanced at our faces, and noted the triumphant smile which I have no doubt mine wore, and the tender dreamy look in Lilian's soft eyes. Poor Travers, I was sorry for him, although I was not fond of him. Travers was a good type of the rising young Common Law barrister; tall, not bad-looking, with keen dark eyes, black whiskers, and the mobile forensic mouth, which can express every shade of feeling, from deferential assent to cynical incredulity
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