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"Pick it up!" said he,imperiously to the cane on the

floor between us

"Heaven forbid, sir," said I; "'is thy servant a dog that he

should do this thing?'"

"I told you to pick it up," he repeated, thrusting his head

towardsto do so, or must I make you?" and

his nostrils worked more than ever

For answer I raisedacross the

roohed, and next moment ain, however, I raised ht, I altered

the direction of the blow, and thrust it strongly into the very

ly did I

thrust, indeed, that he would have fallen but for the timely

assistance of his co him off on the end of ical beings I

knocked down your cane by accident, and you, ood as to return me my property, froad!" gaspedalet--my wind--I'll choke--the infernal

life out of you--only wait, by gad!"

"Willingly," said I, "but whatever else you do, you will