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At last it popped into her head, 'The dog is not shut up--he may

be running away with the steak; that's well thought of.' So up

she ran from the cellar; and sure enough the rascally cur had got

the steak in his mouth, and was making off with it.

Away ran Catherine, and away ran the dog across the field: but he

ran faster than she, and stuck close to the steak. 'It's all

gone, and "what can't be cured must be endured",' said Catherine.

So she turned round; and as she had run a good way and was tired,

she walked home leisurely to cool herself.