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“
Ah
!
”
said
Cedric
,
with
evident
relief
.
“
Can
’
t
they
?
”
Then
he
looked
up
at
his
grandfather
,
and
there
was
a
wistful
shade
in
his
eyes
,
and
they
looked
very
big
and
soft
.
“
That
other
boy
,
”
he
said
rather
tremulously
—
“
he
will
have
to
—
to
be
your
boy
now
—
as
I
was
—
won
’
t
he
?
”
“
NO
!
”
answered
the
Earl
—
and
he
said
it
so
fiercely
and
loudly
that
Cedric
quite
jumped
.
“
No
?
”
he
exclaimed
,
in
wonderment
.
“
Won
’
t
he
?
I
thought
—
—
”
He
stood
up
from
his
stool
quite
suddenly
.
“
Shall
I
be
your
boy
,
even
if
I
’
m
not
going
to
be
an
earl
?
”
he
said
.
“
Shall
I
be
your
boy
,
just
as
I
was
before
?
”
And
his
flushed
little
face
was
all
alight
with
eagerness
.
How
the
old
Earl
did
look
at
him
from
head
to
foot
,
to
be
sure
!
How
his
great
shaggy
brows
did
draw
themselves
together
,
and
how
queerly
his
deep
eyes
shone
under
them
—
how
very
queerly
!
“
My
boy
!
”
he
said
—
and
,
if
you
’
ll
believe
it
,
his
very
voice
was
queer
,
almost
shaky
and
a
little
broken
and
hoarse
,
not
at
all
what
you
would
expect
an
Earl
’
s
voice
to
be
,
though
he
spoke
more
decidedly
and
peremptorily
even
than
before
,
—
“
Yes
,
you
’
ll
be
my
boy
as
long
as
I
live
;
and
,
by
George
,
sometimes
I
feel
as
if
you
were
the
only
boy
I
had
ever
had
.
”
Cedric
’
s
face
turned
red
to
the
roots
of
his
hair
;
it
turned
red
with
relief
and
pleasure
.
He
put
both
his
hands
deep
into
his
pockets
and
looked
squarely
into
his
noble
relative
’
s
eyes
.
