"See!" displaying a long, dark streak on Caesar's neck.
"He'll be all right," repeated Caesar's master.

"I hope your dog is none the worse." "No, I don't think so," she said.

"But don't you think we ought to bathe this ?" "I'll take him home," he said.

"They'll see to him at the stables." She stood up, a slim, erect figure, the whip still firmly grasped in her hand.

"You won't thrash him any more, will you ?" she said.
He gave a short laugh.