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She arrived on a market morning, trailing a paper-wrapped ham and two torn strips of ribbon. She was small as a basket and broad as a barrel, a mottled brindle with one ear folded like a question mark. The people of Gullmar called her stray; the children called her Moppet. She called herself, in the way dogs do, always present to hunger and heat and the sudden gift of sunlight. Her bright teeth and fearless tail made even the dour fishwives laugh. For a while that was all she was: a grinning, grubby bundle that fit into the crook of a bakerâs arm after dawn.