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“
It
’
s
Cedric
Errol
,
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
”
answered
Cedric
.
“
That
was
what
Mr
.
Havisham
called
me
.
He
said
when
I
went
into
the
room
:
’
And
so
this
is
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
!
’
”
“
Well
,
”
said
Mr
.
Hobbs
,
“
I
’
ll
be
—
jiggered
!
”
This
was
an
exclamation
he
always
used
when
he
was
very
much
astonished
or
excited
.
He
could
think
of
nothing
else
to
say
just
at
that
puzzling
moment
.
Cedric
felt
it
to
be
quite
a
proper
and
suitable
ejaculation
.
His
respect
and
affection
for
Mr
.
Hobbs
were
so
great
that
he
admired
and
approved
of
all
his
remarks
.
He
had
not
seen
enough
of
society
as
yet
to
make
him
realize
that
sometimes
Mr
.
Hobbs
was
not
quite
conventional
.
He
knew
,
of
course
,
that
he
was
different
from
his
mamma
,
but
,
then
,
his
mamma
was
a
lady
,
and
he
had
an
idea
that
ladies
were
always
different
from
gentlemen
.
He
looked
at
Mr
.
Hobbs
wistfully
.
“
England
is
a
long
way
off
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
he
asked
.
“
It
’
s
across
the
Atlantic
Ocean
,
”
Mr
.
Hobbs
answered
.
“
That
’
s
the
worst
of
it
,
”
said
Cedric
.
“
Perhaps
I
shall
not
see
you
again
for
a
long
time
.
I
don
’
t
like
to
think
of
that
,
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
”
“
The
best
of
friends
must
part
,
”
said
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
