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“
Do
you
?
”
he
said
.
“
Well
,
then
,
I
don
’
t
care
about
the
earl
part
at
all
.
I
don
’
t
care
whether
I
’
m
an
earl
or
not
.
I
thought
—
you
see
,
I
thought
the
one
that
was
going
to
be
the
Earl
would
have
to
be
your
boy
,
too
,
and
—
and
I
couldn
’
t
be
.
That
was
what
made
me
feel
so
queer
.
”
The
Earl
put
his
hand
on
his
shoulder
and
drew
him
nearer
.
“
They
shall
take
nothing
from
you
that
I
can
hold
for
you
,
”
he
said
,
drawing
his
breath
hard
.
“
I
won
’
t
believe
yet
that
they
can
take
anything
from
you
.
You
were
made
for
the
place
,
and
—
well
,
you
may
fill
it
still
.
But
whatever
comes
,
you
shall
have
all
that
I
can
give
you
—
all
!
”
It
scarcely
seemed
as
if
he
were
speaking
to
a
child
,
there
was
such
determination
in
his
face
and
voice
;
it
was
more
as
if
he
were
making
a
promise
to
himself
—
and
perhaps
he
was
.
He
had
never
before
known
how
deep
a
hold
upon
him
his
fondness
for
the
boy
and
his
pride
in
him
had
taken
.
He
had
never
seen
his
strength
and
good
qualities
and
beauty
as
he
seemed
to
see
them
now
.
To
his
obstinate
nature
it
seemed
impossible
—
more
than
impossible
—
to
give
up
what
he
had
so
set
his
heart
upon
.
And
he
had
determined
that
he
would
not
give
it
up
without
a
fierce
struggle
.
Within
a
few
days
after
she
had
seen
Mr
.
Havisham
,
the
woman
who
claimed
to
be
Lady
Fauntleroy
presented
herself
at
the
Castle
,
and
brought
her
child
with
her
.
She
was
sent
away
.
The
Earl
would
not
see
her
,
she
was
told
by
the
footman
at
the
door
;
his
lawyer
would
attend
to
her
case
.
It
was
Thomas
who
gave
the
message
,
and
who
expressed
his
opinion
of
her
freely
afterward
,
in
the
servants
’
hall
.
He
“
hoped
,
”
he
said
,
“
as
he
had
wore
livery
in
’
igh
famblies
long
enough
to
know
a
lady
when
he
see
one
,
an
’
if
that
was
a
lady
he
was
no
judge
o
’
females
.
”
“
The
one
at
the
Lodge
,
”
added
Thomas
loftily
,
“
’
Merican
or
no
’
Merican
,
she
’
s
one
o
’
the
right
sort
,
as
any
gentleman
’
u
’
d
reckinize
with
all
a
heye
.
I
remarked
it
myself
to
Henery
when
fust
we
called
there
.
”
The
woman
drove
away
;
the
look
on
her
handsome
,
common
face
half
frightened
,
half
fierce
.
Mr
.
Havisham
had
noticed
,
during
his
interviews
with
her
,
that
though
she
had
a
passionate
temper
,
and
a
coarse
,
insolent
manner
,
she
was
neither
so
clever
nor
so
bold
as
she
meant
to
be
;
she
seemed
sometimes
to
be
almost
overwhelmed
by
the
position
in
which
she
had
placed
herself
.
It
was
as
if
she
had
not
expected
to
meet
with
such
opposition
.
