A door, it may be remembered, opened from Wild's dwelling into this yard. I’m the sort of dog, if you turn it out of the room it lies down on the mat at the door. " "He couldn't help it, Ruth. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. ” He said. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative.
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