Summary

Portrait of Frederick Marryat Frederick Marryat Snarleyyow; or, The Dog Fiend

Mr Vanslyperken, notwithstanding the cold weather, hastened from the door in a towering passion. The perspiration actually ran down his face, and mingled with the melting snow. “To be or not to be”—give up the widow or give up his darling Snarleyyow—a dog whom he loved the more, the more he was, through him, entangled in scrapes and vexations—a dog whom every one hated, and therefore he loved—a dog which had not a single recommendation, and therefore was highly prized—a dog assailed by all, and especially by that scarecrow Smallbones, to whom his death would be a victory—it was impossible.
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Portrait of Frederick Marryat Frederick Marryat Snarleyyow; or, The Dog Fiend

A beautiful widow with a handsome fortune—how could he ever have thought of throwing himself away upon such a bunch of deformity as the Frau Vandersloosh? Poor Mr Vanslyperken! Dinner put an end to his protestations. He fared sumptuously, and drank freely to please the widow. He drank death to the usurper, and restoration to the King James. What a delightful evening! The widow was so amiable so gentle, so yielding, so, so, so—what with wine and love, and fifty guineas in his pocket, Mr Vanslyperken was so overcome by his feelings, that at last he felt but so so.
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Portrait of Frederick Marryat Frederick Marryat Snarleyyow; or, The Dog Fiend

I have no revenge against the lad. If you have--if you consider that a dog's, tail demands a human victim--well and good--do the deed yourself."
"I would," cried Vanslyperken, "but I have tried in vain. It must be done by woman."
"Then hear me, Cornelius; if it must be done by woman, you must find a woman to do it, and you must pay her for the deed. Murder is at a high price. You apply to me--I am content to do the deed; but I must have gold--and plenty too."
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