"I am Owen Wood, at your service. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. But they found him on the veranda when they returned from McClintock's that evening. The knight stood upon his defence; but he would unquestionably have been torn in pieces by the savage hounds, if a shower of oaths, seconded by a vigorous application of kicks and blows from their master, had not driven them growling off.
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