himself
howling on
to the
ground,kicking
his legs
and
screaming:
"It isn't
fair!He's
bitten
me!Take
him
away!Take
him
away!"Jeremy
himself
was no
beautiful
sight.His
hair was
wild,his
white navy
collar
crumpled
and
soiled,the
buttons of
his tunic
torn,his
stocking
down,and
his legs
already
displaying
purple
bruises.But
he did not
care;he
was well
now;he was
no longer
unhappy.
He had
beaten
Ernest and
he was a
man;he had
risen
victorious
from his
