For my own part, 1 believe my dog, who, at this moment, seated on his under legs, is wistfully surveying me, as if he was conscious of all that is passing in my mind,—my dog, I say, is as sincere, and, whatever the world may say, nearly as dear a friend as any I possess; and, when I shall receive that summons which may not now be far distant, he will whine a funeral requiem over my grave more piteously than all the hired mourners in Christendom. Well, well, poor Bob has had a kind master of me, and, for my own part, I verily believe there are few things on this earth I shall leave with more regret than this faithful companion of the happy hours of my infancy.
Trenek seems to have been a Prussian baron with a harrowing tale of years of capture, if I've found the right book.
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