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The girl faced about at the sound of Matheson's approach. She was vainly attempting to ward off the dog's exuberant attacks, which Matheson quelled promptly with the effective argument of force. She looked from him to the collie as it ran howling behind her, and her eyes rebuked the man's roughness.
"He did not intend to hurt," she said. "He is always like that when he grows excited; one has to keep him off with a stick; but I forgot."