XIII. -- THAT YOU MUST LOVE ME, AND LOVE MY DOG
quot;Good sir, or madam, as it may be -- qualities. e o o us; to fold of our . e can oure. ts us exactly. e us disburtroubles into eac us make our single joys sion -- But yap, yap, yap! -- ened ootest, just in t of my leg.quot;
quot;It is my dog, sir. You must love est -- test -- test!quot;
quot;But ten me.quot;
quot;Ay, t to do, till you are better acquainted es me.quot;
Yap, yap, yap! -- quot; it again.quot;
quot;O not kick like to my dog to be treated due to myselfquot; [p 267]
quot;But do you alake ing?
quot;Invariably. `tis test, prettiest, best-conditioned animal. I call est -- toucone by o love me, w love ;
quot;Excuse us, dear sir -- or madam aforesaid -- if upon furtion o decline t like dogs.quot;
quot;Migions -- you may est.quot;
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