It was the highest proof of Molly's affection for her Poleon that she kept her tear-dimmed eyes fixed upon the dog as long as it was visible.
The time had come for the last good-bye--that awkward moment when human hearts are full and spoken words are empty.

Burrell gripped the Frenchman's hand.

He was grateful, but he did not know.
"Good-luck and better hunting!" he said.

"A heavy purse and a light heart for you always, Poleon.

I have learned to love you." "I want you to be good husban', M'sieu'.