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A Flat Iron for a Farthing

CHAPTER IV
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Ever since the day when it was first settled that I should go, the dear dog had kept close, very close at my heels.

That depressed and aimless wandering about which always afflicts the dogs of the household when any of the family are going away from home was strong upon him.

After the new trunk came into my room, Rubens took into his head a fancy for lying upon it; and though the brass nails must have been very uncomfortable, and though my bed was always free to him, on the box he was determined to be, and on the box he lay for hours together.
It was on the box that I found him, in the portico, despite the cords which now added a fresh discomfort to his self-chosen resting-place.

I called to him, but though he wagged his tail he seemed disinclined to move, and lay curled up with one eye shut and one fixed on the carriage at the door.
"He's been trying to get into the carriage, sir," said the butler.
"You want to go too, poor Ruby, don't you ?" I said; and I went in search of meats to console him.
He accepted a good breakfast from my hands with gratitude, and then curled himself up with one eye watchful as before.

The reason of his proceedings was finally made evident by his determined struggles to accompany us at the last; and it was not till he had been forcibly shut up in the coach-house that we were able to start.


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