performance.  He was surprised, and looked at them in a puzzled
way.  Then his weakness asserted itself, and he lay down, his ears
cocked, his head on one side, as he watched the puppy.  The other
puppies came sprawling toward him, to Collie's great disgust; and
he gravely permitted them to clamber and tumble over him.  At
first, amid the applause of the gods, he betrayed a trifle of his
old self-consciousness and awkwardness.  This passed away as the
puppies' antics and mauling continued, and he lay with half-shut
patient eyes, drowsing in the sun. 

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