Cousins -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English; Villages -- England -- Fiction
It was probably the same reason that led her to pass her days in silence.
Few objects she thought were worth the trouble involved of setting in
motion the harsh and cumbrous method by which alone a dog
converses—certainly not meat and drink, and therefore she declined to ask
for them. The prospect of a walk, or the sight of a blackbird deriding
her from a twig, formed the only exceptions and proved the rule.
Otherwise Judy would have been a canine Trappist. And her reticence was
the more remarkable, seeing that her mother passed her time in futile and
vociferous talking. Probable Judy regarded her as an object lesson and a
warning. She was certainly disdainful of her noise.
But she had two natural gifts: you may call them tricks if you will. She
took her meals like a Christian, seated, or rather kneeling, at table
beside her master, with her paws doubled under her knees. From this post
of vantage she would watch the whole proceedings of dinner with the
curiosity of an epicure. But dining on her own account offered little
attraction. The position of her paws, it is true, suggested an attitude
of devotion and gained for her the reputation of saying grace before
meat. But her own diet was strictly limited to morsels of bread and
biscuit, which she received with indifference, and apparently without
gratitude. It may be that she dined in the night-time, as Amina did with
the ghoul. If so, I hope she selected more desirable company.
She had one other peculiarity. I cannot call it an accomplishment,
though it found her a number of admirers. After studying you intently
with eyes that looked you through and through, as though she were
appraising carefully your capacity for friendship, she would raise a
delicate fur-capped paw, and lay it gently upon your nose—never anywhere
else. It was a favour accorded to no stranger, never indeed till she had
known you for months. For it was an oath of allegiance, emblematic as
the solemn transfusion of blood, and renewable on occasion, if you cared
to elicit it by staring her well out of countenance. Yet it was trying
to be reminded of the fact when you were kneeling at prayers in full view
of the servants, simply because Judy regarded your attitude and
surroundings as a ceremonial specially designed for the re-enactment of
her vow.
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