Eudora blushed deeply, and busily caressed the dog with her foot.
And oh, sir,” added Stephen, “may we crave a drop of water for our dog?
And throwing himself on the grass, he hid his face against the dog and sobbed.
In this he resembled a dog who barks when a stranger approaches.
When it is cold, the dog finds a spot in front of the stove.
The dog, lying by his side, seemed to look at me with sad, imploring eyes.
The following day he walked again, with Sally following like a dog at his heels.
The dog went in with him, and stood looking up into his face.
There was something about her eyes not unlike the dog's expression, submissive, but questioning.
Halfway to the trolley line, the dog turned off into a by-road.