Next day on returning I found him dead in the snow with his head on the sill of the door — the door of his… — Ernest Thompson Seton
Next day on returning I found him dead in the snow with his head on the sill of the door — the door of his puppyhood's days; my dog to the last in his heart of hearts — it was my help he sought, and vainly sought, in the hour of his bitter extremity.
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