The Mastiff and the White Eel
ACT I: THE BURIED BONE Thomas Green did not hear the dog die. He was three miles away at the shipyard, hammering copper sheathing onto the hull of a packet bound for Bristol Channel, and the sound of the port—seagulls, rigging, the creak of timber—covered everything. Bax died in the yard behind Thomas's cottage, a yard that smelled of salt and tar and the damp wool of an Irish terrier who had...
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