Along Broadway, Manhattan, strayed a brindle Great Dane bitch as big as a calf and as heavy as a featherweight boxer, all alone, with her tongue lolling out and a puzzled look in her eyes. The doorman of the Hotel Breslin had never seen a Great Dane bitch before, but unlike the other Manhattanites along the block, he was not frightened. The bitch looked as if she might be worth money; he stepped out and took Her by the collar. An hour later from a Manhattan police station to which the doorman had consigned...
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