The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. Charcoal. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Anna thrust hers into her pocket unopened, and for the first time left the house without a smile upon her face. "Every honest man, Sir! He helps us to our own again.
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