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He tore open the telegram, exclaimed "Thank God," clapped his hat on, slammed the door in my face, and was gone -- all inside a minute.
What had happened, that he had forgotten me? I screamed with rage and disappointment, and scratched at the door, a thing I rarely do, for nothing makes human beings so annoyed as to have their doors marked by dogs.