I would not have gone back to Jenkins' for the world, still it was the only home I had known, and though I felt that I should be happy here, I had not yet gotten used to the change.
Then the pain all through my body was dreadful.

My head seemed to be on fire, and there were sharp, darting pains up and down my backbone.

I did not dare to howl, lest I should make the big dog, Jim, angry.

He was sleeping in a kennel, out in the yard.
The stable was very quiet.

Up in the loft above, some rabbits that I had heard running about had now gone to sleep.