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My opinion is this: that ere wolf is a- idin of, somewheres. The gard ner wot didn t remember said he was a-gallopin northward faster than a horse could go; but I don t believe him, for, yer see, sir, wolves don t gallop no more nor dogs does, they not bein built that way. Wolves is fine things in a storybook, and I dessay when they gets in packs and does be chivyin somethin that s more afeared than they is they can make a devil of a noise and chop it up, whatever it is. But, Lor bless you, in real life a wolf is only a low creature, not half so clever or bold as a good dog; and not half a quarter so much fight in im. This one ain t been used to fightin or even to providin for hisself, and more like he s somewhere round the Park a- idin an a-shiverin of, and, if he thinks at all, wonderin where he is to get his breakfast from; or maybe he s got down some area and is in a coal-cellar. My eye, won t some cook get a rum start when she sees his green eyes a-shining at her out of the dark! If he can t get food he s bound to look for it, and mayhap he may chance to light on a butcher s shop in time. If he doesn t, and some nursemaid goes a-walkin orf with a soldier, leavin of the hinfant in the perambulator--well, then I shouldn t be surprised if the census is one babby the less. That s all. I was handing him the half-sovereign, when something came bobbing up against the window, and Mr. Bilder s face doubled its natural length with surprise. God bless me! he said. If there ain t old Bersicker come back by isself! He went to the door and opened it; a most unnecessary proceeding it seemed to me. I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us; a personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea. After all, however, there is nothing like custom, for neither Bilder nor his wife thought any more of the wolf than I should of a dog. The animal itself was as peaceful and well-behaved as that father of all picture-wolves--Red Riding Hood s quondam friend, whilst moving her confidence in masquerade. 142
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