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TO THE MEMORY OF SQUOUNCER 341 |
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with a delicious mess enough to warm the heart of any dog. And not only his heart: for if you had once looked at Squouncer going to his dinner, you would have had.no difficulty in understanding the expression ' your eyes starting |
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out of your head.' Well, Squouncer dashed straight at his plate—the biggest you may be sure, and the fullest—and gobbled up the contents so fast, and with such a disgusting noise, that the tin plate performed a kind of dance all |
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