It ran up one of the side streets, and before I realized what had happened it had the paper in its mouth.

Then it stood still and looked around.

For me that was indeed a trying moment.

I stood at the window.
The impulse seized me to fling open the sash and shake my fist at the brute; but luckily I remembered in time my promise to the doctor.
I question if man was ever so interested in mongrel before.

At one of the street corners there was a house to let, being meantime, as I had reason to believe, in the care of the wife of a police constable.