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The
stout
man
came
forward
deliberately
and
put
his
foot
on
the
rest
.
“
Yes
,
”
he
said
.
Then
when
Dick
fell
to
work
,
the
stout
man
looked
from
Dick
to
the
sign
and
from
the
sign
to
Dick
.
“
Where
did
you
get
that
?
”
he
asked
.
“
From
a
friend
o
’
mine
,
”
said
Dick
,
—
“
a
little
feller
.
He
guv
’
me
the
whole
outfit
.
He
was
the
best
little
feller
ye
ever
saw
.
He
’
s
in
England
now
.
Gone
to
be
one
o
’
them
lords
.
”
“
Lord
—
Lord
—
”
asked
Mr
.
Hobbs
,
with
ponderous
slowness
,
“
Lord
Fauntleroy
—
Goin
’
to
be
Earl
of
Dorincourt
?
”
Dick
almost
dropped
his
brush
.
“
Why
,
boss
!
”
he
exclaimed
,
“
d
’
ye
know
him
yerself
?
”
“
I
’
ve
known
him
,
”
answered
Mr
.
Hobbs
,
wiping
his
warm
forehead
,
“
ever
since
he
was
born
.
We
was
lifetime
acquaintances
—
that
’
s
what
WE
was
.
”
