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[0153] after a long absence. [0154] A little dog followed him, a pomeranian
I think, but I don't think so. [0155] I wasn't sure at the time and I'm
still not sure, though I've hardly thought about it. [0156] The little
dog followed wretchedly, after the fashion of pomeranians, stopping,
describing long gyrations, giving up and then, a little farther on,
beginning all over again. [0157] Constipation is a sign of good health
in pomeranians.

[0158] At a given moment, pre-established if you like,
I don't mind, the gentleman turned back, took the little creature
in his arms, drew the cigar from his lips and buried his face in
the orange fleece, [0159] for it was a gentleman, that was obvious.
[0160] Yes, it was an orange pomeranian, the less I think of it the more
certain I am. [0161] And yet.

[0162] But would he have come from afar, bare-
-headed, in sand-shoes, smoking a cigar, followed by a pomeranian?
[0163] Did he not seem rather to have issued from the ramparts, after a
good dinner, to take his dog and himself for a walk, like so
many citizens, dreaming and farting, when the weather is fine?

[0164] But was not perhaps in reality the cigar a cutty, and were not the
sand-shoes boots, hobnailed, dust-whitened, and what prevented the
dog from being one of those stray dogs that you pick up and take
in your arms, from compassion or because you have long been straying
with no other company than the endless roads, sands, shingle, bogs
and heather, than this nature answerable to another court, than at
long intervals the fellow convict you long to stop, embrace, suck,
suckle and whom you pass by, with hostile eyes, for fear of his
familiarities.

[0165] Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this
world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy