Caesar crept whining and shivering to the side of the road.
Slowly the man's arm fell to his side, still caught in that quivering grasp.

He spoke in a voice that struggled boyishly between resentment and shame.

"The dog's my own." Her hold relaxed.

"Even a dog has his rights," she said.

"Give me that whip, please!" He looked at her oddly in the growing darkness.