A man was sitting by the window , looking moodily out . I should have known him for Alexander Abraham anywhere . He had just the same uncared-for , ragged appearance that the house had ; and yet , like the house , it seemed that he would not be bad looking if he were trimmed up a little . His hair looked as if it had never been combed , and his whiskers were wild in the extreme . He looked at me with blank amazement in his countenance . `` Where is Jimmy Spencer ? '' I demanded . `` I have come to see him . '' `` How did he ever let you in ? '' asked the man , staring at me . `` He did n't let me in , '' I retorted . `` He chased me all over the lawn , and I only saved myself from being torn piecemeal by scrambling up a tree . You ought to be prosecuted for keeping such a dog ! Where is Jimmy ? '' Instead of answering Alexander Abraham began to laugh in a most unpleasant fashion . `` Trust a woman for getting into a man 's house if she has made up her mind to , '' he said disagreeably . Seeing that it was his intention to vex me I remained cool and collected . `` Oh , I was n't particular about getting into your house , Mr. Bennett , '' I said calmly . `` I had but little choice in the matter . It was get in lest a worse fate befall me .
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