They are both quiet persons, and I never saw the man angry, nor heard the dog bark.

During the service the dog would not come to its master, who was on the seat with us, but kept a few yards off, barking and howling.

Its master spoke to it gently, and then harshly, and then angrily.

But it would neither come nor cease to make a noise.

It was in a fury, with its eyes savage, and all its hair bristling out like a cat's tail when puss is on the war path.
Finally the man too got angry, and jumped down and kicked the dog, and then took it by the scruff of the neck and half dragged and half threw it on the tombstone on which the seat is fixed.