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Two or three months ago I was walking with my two little girls near the railway bridge at West Kensington, when the children (who always find the attraction of a fine dog irresistible) made me stop to admire a tall and remarkably handsome mastiff, apparently the property of a man who stood by with a hand-barrow. He was speaking to two other men of this dog, and of another of the same kind which he had at home, and telling them that they were quiet and amiable to all men but butchers, and that it was not safe for a butcher to come near either of them. One of the men said that he believed all dogs of that breed showed the same antipathy; and added that when they were left loose at night to guard premises, they would always allow a policeman to enter.
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M [Letters to Editor]. Nature 7, 303 (1873). https://doi.org/10.1038/007303d0
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