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146 A DOG OF FLANDERS.

door hurriedly, and disappeared in
the gloom of the fast-falling night.

The woman and the child stood
speechless with joy and fear: Pa-
trasche vainly spent the fury of his
anguish against the iron-bound oak
of the barred house-door. They did
not dare unbar the door and let him
forth: they tried all they could to
solace him. They brought him
sweet cakes and juicy meats; they
tempted him with the best they had ;
they tried to lure him to abide by
the warmth of the hearth; but it
was of no avail. Patrasche refused
to be comforted or to stir from the
barred portal.

It was six o’clock when from an

_ Opposite entrance the miller at last