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The Parent's Assistant by Maria Edgeworth
Book, page 441 / 462


overtaking Tom before the fate of the poor dog was decided, ran with all
possible speed across the meadow, then down the lane. He came up with
Tom just as he was climbing the bank into the old man's garden. Hardy,
too much out of breath to speak, seized hold of him, dragged him down,
detaining him with a firm grasp, whilst he panted for utterance.

"What, Master Hardy, is it you? what's the matter? what do you want?"

"I want the poisoned meat that you have in your pocket."

"Who told you that I had any such thing?" said Tom, clapping his hand
upon his guilty pocket.

"Give it me quietly, and I'll let you off."

"Sir, upon my word I haven't! I didn't! I don't know what you mean,"
said Tom, trembling, though he was by far the stronger of the two.
"Indeed, I don't know what you mean."

"You do," said Hardy, with great indignation: and a violent struggle
immediately commenced.

The dog, now alarmed by the voices, began to bark outrageously. Tom was
terrified lest the old man should come out to see what was the matter;
his strength forsook him, and flinging the handkerchief and meat over the
hedge, he ran away with all his speed. The handkerchief fell within
reach of the dog, who instantly snapped at it; luckily it did not come
untied. Hardy saw a pitchfork on a dunghill close beside him, and,
seizing upon it, stuck it into the handkerchief. The dog pulled, tore,
growled, grappled, yelled; it was impossible to get the handkerchief from
between his teeth; but the knot was loosed, the meat, unperceived by the
dog, dropped out, and while he dragged off the handkerchief in triumph,
Hardy, with inexpressible joy, plunged the pitchfork into the poisoned
meat, and bore it away.

Never did hero retire with more satisfaction from a field of battle.
Full of the pleasure of successful benevolence, Hardy tripped joyfully
home, and vaulted over the window sill, when the first object he beheld
was Mr. Power, the usher, standing at the head of the stairs, with his
candle in his hand.

 
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