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CHAPTER XI
FIDELITY OF A LITTLE DOG
THE returning students, that afternoon, observed that Penrod's desk was vacant—and nothing could have been more impressive than that sinister mere emptiness. The accepted theory was that Penrod had been arrested. How breath-taking then, the sensation when, at the beginning of the second hour, he strolled in with in imitable carelessness and, rubbing his eyes, somewhat noticeably in the manner of one who has snatched an hour of much needed sleep, took his place as if nothing in particular had happened. This, at
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