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"
I
mean
a
MORAL
shepherd
's
dog
,
"
said
Becky
,
laughing
and
looking
up
at
Lord
Steyne
.
"
What
the
devil
's
that
?
"
said
his
Lordship
.
"
A
dog
to
keep
the
wolves
off
me
,
"
Rebecca
continued
.
"
A
companion
.
"
"
Dear
little
innocent
lamb
,
you
want
one
,
"
said
the
marquis
;
and
his
jaw
thrust
out
,
and
he
began
to
grin
hideously
,
his
little
eyes
leering
towards
Rebecca
.
The
great
Lord
of
Steyne
was
standing
by
the
fire
sipping
coffee
.
The
fire
crackled
and
blazed
pleasantly
There
was
a
score
of
candles
sparkling
round
the
mantel
piece
,
in
all
sorts
of
quaint
sconces
,
of
gilt
and
bronze
and
porcelain
.
They
lighted
up
Rebecca
's
figure
to
admiration
,
as
she
sat
on
a
sofa
covered
with
a
pattern
of
gaudy
flowers
.
She
was
in
a
pink
dress
that
looked
as
fresh
as
a
rose
;
her
dazzling
white
arms
and
shoulders
were
half-covered
with
a
thin
hazy
scarf
through
which
they
sparkled
;
her
hair
hung
in
curls
round
her
neck
;
one
of
her
little
feet
peeped
out
from
the
fresh
crisp
folds
of
the
silk
:
the
prettiest
little
foot
in
the
prettiest
little
sandal
in
the
finest
silk
stocking
in
the
world
.
The
candles
lighted
up
Lord
Steyne
's
shining
bald
head
,
which
was
fringed
with
red
hair
.
He
had
thick
bushy
eyebrows
,
with
little
twinkling
bloodshot
eyes
,
surrounded
by
a
thousand
wrinkles
.
His
jaw
was
underhung
,
and
when
he
laughed
,
two
white
buck-teeth
protruded
themselves
and
glistened
savagely
in
the
midst
of
the
grin
.
He
had
been
dining
with
royal
personages
,
and
wore
his
garter
and
ribbon
.
A
short
man
was
his
Lordship
,
broad-chested
and
bow-legged
,
but
proud
of
the
fineness
of
his
foot
and
ankle
,
and
always
caressing
his
garter-knee
.
"
And
so
the
shepherd
is
not
enough
,
"
said
he
,
"
to
defend
his
lambkin
?
"
"
The
shepherd
is
too
fond
of
playing
at
cards
and
going
to
his
clubs
,
"
answered
Becky
,
laughing
.
"
'
Gad
,
what
a
debauched
Corydon
!
"
said
my
lord
--
"
what
a
mouth
for
a
pipe
!
"
