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He was mortally jealous of me, and persisted in barking at me. She took him up in her arms—oh my goodness!—and caressed him, but he persisted upon barking still. He wouldn't let me touch him, when I tried; and then she beat him. It increased my sufferings greatly to see the pats she gave him for punishment on the bridge of his blunt nose, while he winked his eyes, and licked her hand, and still growled within himself like a little double-bass. At length he was quiet—well he might be with her dimpled chin upon his head!—and we walked away to look at a greenhouse. 'You are not very intimate with Miss Murdstone, are you?' said Dora. —'My pet.' (The two last words were to the dog. Oh, if they had only been to me!) 'No,' I replied. 'Not at all so.' 'She is a tiresome creature,' said Dora, p