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It was simply a bald narrative of the dog's daily doings. The dog got up in the morning and barked at the door, and when they came down and opened the door there he was, and he stopped all day in the garden; and when his wife (not the dog's wife, the wife of the man who was telling the story) went out in the afternoon, he was asleep on the grass, and they brought him into the house, and he played with the children, and in the evening he slept in the coal shed, and next morning there he was again. And so on, for about forty minutes. IT WAS SIMPLY A BALD NARRATIVE OF THE DOG'S DAILY DOINGS THE DOG GOT UP IN THE MORNING AND BARKED AT THE DOOR AND WHEN THEY CAME DOWN AND OPENED THE DOOR THERE HE WAS AND HE STOPPED ALL DAY IN THE GARDEN AND WHEN HIS WIFE NOT THE DOG'S WIFE THE WIFE OF THE MAN WHO WAS TELLING THE STORY WENT OUT IN THE AFTERNOON HE WAS ASLEEP ON THE GRASS AND THEY BROUGHT HIM INTO THE HOUSE AND HE PLAYED WITH THE CHILDREN AND IN THE EVENING HE SLEPT IN THE COAL SHED AND NEXT MORNING THERE HE WAS AGAIN AND SO ON FOR ABOUT FORTY MINUTES
ally). He thought I was a clumsy ass at first, and said so; but, on recognising me, apologised for his mistake. He had been there for some time also, waiting for me. I told him that I had secured two corner seats in a smoking-carriage, and he replied that he had done so too. By a curious coincidence, we had both fixed upon the same carriage. I had taken the corner seats near the platform, and he had booked the two opposite corners. Four other passengers sat huddled up in the middle. We kept the seats near the door, and gave the other two away. One should always practise generosity. There was a very talkative man in our carriage. I never came across a man with such a fund of utterly uninteresting anecdotes. He had a friend with him--at all events, the man was his friend when they started--and he talked to this friend incessantly, from the moment the train left Victoria until it arrived at Dover. First of all he told him a long story about a dog. There was no point in the story whatever. OCIETY I RAN AGAINST B LITERALLY HE THOUGHT I WAS A CLUMSY ASS AT FIRST AND SAID SO BUT ON RECOGNIZING ME APOLOGIZED FOR HIS MISTAKE HE HAD BEEN THERE FOR SOME TIME ALSO WAITING FOR ME I TOLD HIM THAT I HAD SECURED TWO CORNER SEATS IN A SMOKING CARRIAGE AND HE REPLIED THAT HE HAD DONE SO TOO BY A CURIOUS COINCIDENCE WE HAD BOTH FIXED UPON THE SAME CARRIAGE I HAD TAKEN THE CORNER SEATS NEAR THE PLATFORM AND HE HAD BOOKED THE TWO OPPOSITE CORNERS FOUR OTHER PASSENGERS SAT HUDDLED UP IN THE MIDDLE WE KEPT THE SEATS NEAR THE DOOR AND GAVE THE OTHER TWO AWAY ONE SHOULD ALWAYS PRACTISE GENEROSITY THERE WAS A VERY TALKATIVE MAN IN OUR CARRIAGE I NEVER CAME ACROSS A MAN WITH SUCH A FUND OF UTTERLY UNINTERESTING ANECDOTES HE HAD A FRIEND WITH HIM AT ALL EVENTS THE MAN WAS HIS FRIEND WHEN THEY STARTED AND HE TALKED TO THIS FRIEND INCESSANTLY FROM THE MOMENT THE TRAIN LEFT VICTORIA UNTIL IT ARRIVED AT DOVER FIRST OF ALL HE TOLD HIM A LONG STORY ABOUT A DOG THERE WAS NO POINT IN THE STORY WHATEVER
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