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A week or two went by, and I was as happy as a king -- maybe I'd better say a president, as kings don't seem to be getting much fun out of life at present.
I had had many homes, many masters and mistresses, but never a master like this one. He just suited me. I often used to wonder what it was about him that made me like him so much. I had seen men just as handsome, just as amiable, just as lovable -- there was something I could not explain about it. When he looked at me with his deep-set grey eyes, I felt that I could die for him. He was my man affinity. He understood me, and he never believed anything against me unless it was very fully proved, and then -- he always forgave me.