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The night was pitch-black, a fierce squall had risen, and the rain was falling heavily as the chauffeur unlocked the gates and slipped like a shadow on to the high road. In one hand he was carrying a stout stick, and with the other he tugged at the big Alsatian, straining fiercely against the leash.
"Come back, you devil," he snarled, venting his rage upon the eager beast, "come back, will you. " And he accompanied his words by vicious jerks at the animal's collar.