Vashti's Fate — page 16: what you’re looking at

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- Si: ‘ “_ 4 : * ‘ ; ; A TRAGEDY. ir fiercely glowing, his ears flung back, he stood looking after his master, at the same time giving a loud, prolonged howl, that sounded like the warning wail of a Banshee. Poor Bute! he had not looked upon his master’s face for naught. Vashti had seen that face too; and gasping for breath, stood transfixed with indefinable terror; while Nora, all her roguish, laughing beauty eclipsed by sudden anger, her eyes flashing through tears, looked after her father, shaking her dimpled fist, and crying : ‘“I’d be ashamed to kick a dog! Bute, poor Bute, why didn't you bite him?” with her arms about the dog’s neck. Bute never noticed her, save with another dismal howl, and another flinging back of his silky, drooping ears. Suddenly there was a sound like the distant tramp of: many feet, which grew on the ear, nearer and nearer, tilla small band of men came in sight, followed at no great dis- tance by another assemblage of men and boys. The first band marched with glittering bayonets in line, stern and — silent ; the latter seemed a noisy rabble. Bute shook his head vengefully as they approached ;. Nora cowered close to him, and Vashti, with one look, fled like a wounded fawn to the house. : They came steadily on—tramp, tramp. Bute shook off the child's arm, and, with his great, savage jaws distended, began to pace to and fro in the road, glancing with livid eyes at the band of armed men, who came to a full stop at sight of him, looking irresolutely at their leader. ‘*Forward !” cried the captain, putting himself a pace back, however. With the word, before the men could move, Bute, with a fierce bound and a noise between a howl and a bark, comichook col