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In
a
moment
'
Emperor
'
dropped
to
the
ground
,
and
crouched
abjectly
at
her
feet
,
breathing
heavily
and
trembling
in
every
limb
.
She
held
him
by
the
collar
,
and
looked
up
at
Lucio
who
was
perfectly
composed
,
though
his
eyes
flashed
dangerously
.
"
I
am
so
very
sorry
!
"
she
murmured
--
"
I
forgot
--
you
told
me
dogs
do
not
like
you
.
But
what
a
singularly
marked
antipathy
,
is
it
not
?
I
can
not
understand
it
.
Emperor
is
generally
so
good-natured
--
I
must
apologize
for
his
bad
conduct
--
it
is
quite
unusual
.
I
hope
he
has
not
hurt
you
?
"
"
Not
at
all
!
"
returned
Lucio
affably
but
with
a
cold
smile
;
"
I
hope
I
have
not
hurt
him
--
or
distressed
you
!
"
She
made
no
reply
,
but
led
the
St
Bernard
away
and
was
absent
for
a
few
minutes
.
While
she
was
gone
,
Lucio
's
brow
clouded
,
and
his
face
grew
very
stern
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
her
?
"
he
asked
me
abruptly
.
"
I
hardly
know
what
to
think
,
"
I
answered
abstractedly
--
"
She
is
very
different
to
what
I
imagined
.
Her
dogs
are
rather
unpleasant
company
!
"
"
They
are
honest
animals
!
"
he
said
morosely
--
"
They
are
no
doubt
accustomed
to
candour
in
their
mistress
,
and
therefore
object
to
personified
lies
.
"
"
Speak
for
yourself
!
"
I
said
irritably
--
"
They
object
to
you
,
chiefly
.
"
"
Am
I
not
fully
aware
of
that
?
"
he
retorted
--
"
and
do
I
not
speak
for
myself
?
You
do
not
suppose
I
would
call
you
a
personified
lie
,
do
you
--
even
if
it
were
true
!
I
would
not
be
so
uncivil
.
But
I
am
a
living
lie
,
and
knowing
it
I
admit
it
,
which
gives
me
a
certain
claim
to
honesty
above
the
ordinary
run
of
men
.
This
woman-wearer
of
laurels
is
a
personified
truth
!
--
imagine
it
!
--
she
has
no
occasion
to
pretend
to
be
anything
else
than
she
is
!
No
wonder
she
is
famous
!
"
I
said
nothing
,
as
just
then
the
subject
of
our
conversation
returned
,
tranquil
and
smiling
,
and
did
her
best
,
with
the
tact
and
grace
of
a
perfect
hostess
,
to
make
us
forget
her
dog
's
ferocious
conduct
,
by
escorting
us
through
all
the
prettiest
turns
and
twisting
paths
of
her
garden
,
which
was
quite
a
bower
of
spring
beauty
.
She
talked
to
us
both
with
equal
ease
,
brightness
and
cleverness
,
though
I
observed
that
she
studied
Lucio
with
close
interest
,
and
watched
his
looks
and
movements
with
more
curiosity
than
liking
.
