And Puddock followed that ungracious leech, with a stare of gratitude and admiration, almost with a benediction.
Puddock stood in the wide opened door, with the handle in his hand.
And so he had, though little Puddock was one of the poorest officers in the corps.
I believe—I believe you're the only friend I have, and—Puddock, you won't leave me.'
