...he wore a broochmade of pure gold with twin tubes for the prongs,and on the face a work of art: a hunting dogpinning a spotted fawn in agonybetween his forepaws—wonderful to seehow being gold, and nothing more, he bitthe golden dear convulsed, with wild hooves flying....
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