The Day of the Dog  by George Barr McCutcheon
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			miles to get away from this place." 
			"You'll miss the New York train, of course." "I've changed my mind, Mr. Crosby. I shall remain in Chicago until we have had our revenge on Austin and the others." "That's very good of you. May I ask where you stop in Chicago?" "My apartments are in the C--- Building. My mother lives with me." "Will you come to see me some time?" he asked, an odd smile on his lips. "Come to see you?" she cried in surprise. "The idea! What do you mean?" "I may not be able to call on you for some time, but you can be very good to me by coming to see me. I'll be stopping at St. Luke's Hospital for quite a while." "At St. Luke's Hospital? I don't understand," she cried perplexed. "You see, my dear Mrs. Delancy, I have come to a definite conclusion in regard to our present position. You must not stay here all night. I'd be a coward and a cur to subject you to such a thing. Well, I'm going down to tackle that dog." "To--tackle--the--dog," she gasped. "And while I'm keeping him busy you are to cut and run for the road down there. Then you'll have easy sailing for town."  | 
		
			
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