2. He had been taught to expect a kick or a blow from each person who passed. I stopped for a moment to look at him, and said, "Poor fellow!" in a gentle tone.
3. In an instant all the love and grief in his doggish heart welled over, and with a sharp cry of pain, which was like a prayer to me, he drew himself along the ground to my feet, yelping2 and wagging his tail at the same time.[Pg 34]
4. He began to lick and fondle my feet, and made the shining polish on them quite dim with his muddy paws.
"Poor old fellow!" I said again. "Come, you shall have one good meal if money can buy it."
5. I walked out into the street, and called him to follow. He thought it was too good news to be true, and only came for a few steps, then stopped to look with a timid gaze into my face as if to question me.
6. "Come along, doggie," I replied, "do not be afraid. I shall not hurt you. I mean to be good to you, though you can hardly believe it. Come and get some dinner."
7. Made bold by my tone and manner, the dog stuck close to me, and we went along the High Street. All the shops were gay and smart, but at first I could not see one which the dog would have thought a good shop.
8. At last I found one where food of all kinds was sold, and I walked in, my humble3 friend at my heels giving a joyful4
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