Maybe half a year, counting this summer. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. They laughed and talked and stared about them.
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