Bennett's Fancy Footwork

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Bennett strode into the study with the dogs. “Come on now,” he said, and grabbed Lizzy’s arm.
She retreated into the kneehole of the desk. The dogs had barely gotten past the finger-sniffing stage of their acquaintance with her, and flanking her berserk grandfather they seemed monstrously large.
Bennett reached the end of his short fuse. “Come on out of there. Don’t be silly; they won’t hurt you.” He yanked.
She emitted a piercing shriek as he pulled, then hit her head on the underside of the desk on the way out and began to bawl. The dogs began to edge out of the room, tangling him in the leashes. He performed some quick-witted maneuvering and managed to emerge upright, dogs and child in tow.

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