I had admired his unassuming manner and unhurried competence from the very first, and I had doubtlessly sent signals in spite of myself. I never deliberately let on that my eager obedience was any more than that of a ranch hand toward the young son of the ranch owner. It just seemed natural to call him Sir even though I was more than twice his age. We all said Sir to him.
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Young Master Owns Me and He Knows It
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