Thélénie examined the little fellow and could not help admiring the beauty of his eyes, whose bold and mocking expression gave strong indications of an extremely self-willed nature.
“You won’t tell me your name?”
“I ain’t got any.”
“And the dog that came to your assistance the other day—he is yours, of course?”
“No, he ain’t mine.”
“But you know him, don’t you?”
“Oh! I guess I do.”
“Whom does he belong to?”
“To the man that owns the Tower.”