It was too long for the beast to wait, he used to say, from six to nine or half past; he was so savage that he did not care to leave him out of his sight; he brought mud into the cottage, or into the vicarage as the case might be--if Stamboul had been an ordinary dog it would have been different.
Those Russian bloodhounds were not to be trifled with.

But the squire must be warned of his danger before another night came on.
It was a difficult question.

Mrs.Goddard at first thought of telling him herself; but she shrank from the thought, for she was exhausted and overwrought.

A few days ago she would have been brave enough to say anything if necessary, but now she had no longer the courage nor the strength.

It seemed so hard to face the squire with such a warning; it seemed as though she were doing something which would make her seem ungrateful in his eyes, though she hardly knew why it seemed so.