He heard what the man said--"Good heaven! Look at that!"-- and he shuddered.

But no blow fell to drive him back.

His cold muzzle touched her filmy dress, and she looked at him, without moving, her wet eyes blazing like stars.
"See!" she whispered.

"See!" Half an inch more--an inch, two inches, and he gave his big gray body a hunch toward her.

Now his muzzle traveled slowly upward--over her foot, to her lap, and at last touched the warm little hand that lay there.