Directly after, Mr. Wynne's keeper came up, carrying a gun. He asked if I had seen a dog. I told him I had seen Phbe.
"'You had better chain up Tartar, ma'am,' he said, 'and tell your people to keep within the house. I am after Phbe to shoot her, and the groom is gone another way. She is raging mad.'"
Mr. Moore leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. Miss Keeldar resumed her square of silk canvas, and continued the creation of a wreath of Parmese violets.
"And you told no one, sought no help, no cure? You would not come to me?"

Directly after, Mr. Wynne's keeper came up, carrying a gun. He asked if I had seen a dog. I told him I had seen Phbe.
"'You had better chain up Tartar, ma'am,' he said, 'and keep within the house. I am after Phbe to shoot her. She is raging mad with rabies.'"
Mr. Moore leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "And you told no one, sought no help? You would not come to me?"
