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"I don't think, _mon Capitaine_, that it is any use," Brunet told his master.
Sabron, in his shirt-sleeves, sat before a table on which, in a basket, lay Michette's only surviving puppy. It was a month old. Sabron already knew how bright its eyes were and how alluring its young ways.