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This book is part of the TREDITION CLASSICS. It contains classical
literature works from over two thousand years. Most of these titles
have been out of print and off the bookstore shelves for decades.
The book series is intended to preserve the cultural legacy and to
promote the timeless works of classical literature. Readers of a
TREDITION CLASSICS book support the mission to save many of the
amazing works of world literature from oblivion. With this series,
tredition intends to make thousands of international literature
classics available in printed format again - worldwide.
This book (hardcover) is part of the TREDITION CLASSICS. It
contains classical literature works from over two thousand years.
Most of these titles have been out of print and off the bookstore
shelves for decades. The book series is intended to preserve the
cultural legacy and to promote the timeless works of classical
literature. Readers of a TREDITION CLASSICS book support the
mission to save many of the amazing works of world literature from
oblivion. With this series, tredition intends to make thousands of
international literature classics available in printed format again
- worldwide.
Marjory was lying under a tree in the wood beyond her uncle's
garden; her head was hidden in the long, soft coat of a black
retriever, and she was crying-sobbing bitterly as if her heart
would break, and as if nothing could ever comfort her again. "O
Silky," she moaned, "if you only knew, you would be so sorry for
me." The faithful dog knew that something very serious was the
matter with his young mistress, but he could only lick her hands
and wag his tail as well as he was able with her weight upon his
body. A fresh burst of grief shook the girl; and Silky, puzzled by
this unusual behaviour on Marjory's part, began to make little low
whines himself. Suddenly the whines were changed to growls, the dog
shook himself free from the girl's clasping arms and stood erect,
staring into the wood beyond.
Marjory was lying under a tree in the wood beyond her uncle's
garden; her head was hidden in the long, soft coat of a black
retriever, and she was crying-sobbing bitterly as if her heart
would break, and as if nothing could ever comfort her again. "O
Silky," she moaned, "if you only knew, you would be so sorry for
me." The faithful dog knew that something very serious was the
matter with his young mistress, but he could only lick her hands
and wag his tail as well as he was able with her weight upon his
body. A fresh burst of grief shook the girl; and Silky, puzzled by
this unusual behaviour on Marjory's part, began to make little low
whines himself. Suddenly the whines were changed to growls, the dog
shook himself free from the girl's clasping arms and stood erect,
staring into the wood beyond.
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