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It was early in the morning, and yet dark, when I felt something touch me. I started up -- a low cry of pleasure told me at once that it was Nero, who was by my side. Yes, it was Nero, who had come back, having climbed up again the steep path to the cabin, to return to his master. Need I say that I was overjoyed, that I hugged him as if he had been a human being, that I wept over him, and that in a few minutes afterwards we were asleep together in the same bed-place. Such was the fact, and never was there in my after life, so great a transition from grief to joy.
"Oh! now, if you had left me," -- said I to him, the next morning, when I got up; "you naughty seal, to frighten me and make me so unhappy as you did! " Nero appeared quite as happy as I was at our reunion, and was more affectionate than ever.