The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 206: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 199 room, and began barking and scratching under the bed. : “‘T have him now,” muttered the rufhan, as he closed the door, and descended into the den after him. “ It will be my own fault if he betrays me now!” Hastening into the inner room, he crept after the dog, pretending all the while to encourage his exertions to scratch an entrance to his dying master; for poor Tim was all but dead from the want of air, close con- finement, and the injury he had received on the back of his head—which was more serious than the ruffian supposed. “Soho! at him—at him!” he cried; and Pepper renewed his useless efforts, howling all the while most piteously. : ‘I have him,” exclaimed the fellow, seizing the terrier by the neck. ‘‘ Curse thee, but I’ll silence thee barking.” With these words he retreated backwards from under the bed, keeping a firm grasp on the dog all the while, which he carried into the outward room, where the gas was still burning. Poor Pepper was nearly choked by the frantic efforts which he made to disengage himself from the iron hand of his persecutor. His little sharp, intelligent eyes were almost starting from his head; he foamed freely at the mouth, and inflicted several severe scratches with his hind claws upon the hands of his tormentor. cComichbooks.corm > 6=hSt<Ci''