A Dog's Tale

By Mark Twain

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...A DOG'S TALE

by Mark Twain




CHAPTER I

My father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a...

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...on hand, and ready, like a life-preserver,
a kind of emergency word to strap on when...

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...she had virtues, and enough to make up, I think. She
had a kind heart...

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...when there is a
time of danger to another do not think of yourself, think of...

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...to learn, for the sake of my mother, and in loving
memory of her, although it...

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...kind of crib that has a lofty tent over it made of gauzy stuff
that you...

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...and then there was quiet again. Quiet for some
minutes, and that was grateful to...

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...this way you sleep a great deal, and I
did. Once I woke in an...

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...its possession, has less of it
that this poor silly quadruped that's foreordained to perish;" and...

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...his
hand cordially and thankfully, and praised him.

But I hardly saw or heard these things, for...

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...night chill coming on, said things I could not understand, but
they carried something cold to...