"Old boy!" said Louis, pulling his tawny ear, or rather the mutilated remains of that organ, torn and chewed in a hundred battles, "the autumn sun shines as pleasantly on us as on the fairest and richest. This garden is none of ours, but we enjoy its greenness and perfume, don't we?"

"Old boy!" said Louis, pulling his ear, which had been torn and chewed in a hundred battles, "This garden is not ours, but we enjoy its greenness and perfume, don't we?"
