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8 ing my frown, like a mischievous urchin, you stare back after your bad behavior as if it were honest guilt; and you turn around to look at me with gratitude when I pass my hand over your head, and you give me a kiss with a lick of your tongue, and you stretch one of your paws over my mouth to stop my whistle that annoys your nerves; and follow with your eye every gesture, and turn at every sound in the conversation when we are talking about you, as if you understood the meaning of the words; and you pass continually from manifestations of an intelligence that bewilders us, to signs of stupidity that become inexplicable by the comparison, and you appear repeatedly in the space of an hour, grave like a man, joyous like a child, fierce