For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.
For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.
His eyes were likewise greeted by White Fang, but about the latter there were no signs of shame nor guilt. He carried himself with pride, as though, forsooth, he had achieved a deed praiseworthy and meritorious. There was about him no consciousness of sin.
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