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Cedric
did
not
know
he
was
being
observed
,
and
he
only
behaved
himself
in
his
ordinary
manner
.
He
shook
hands
with
Mr
.
Havisham
in
his
friendly
way
when
they
were
introduced
to
each
other
,
and
he
answered
all
his
questions
with
the
unhesitating
readiness
with
which
he
answered
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
He
was
neither
shy
nor
bold
,
and
when
Mr
.
Havisham
was
talking
to
his
mother
,
the
lawyer
noticed
that
he
listened
to
the
conversation
with
as
much
interest
as
if
he
had
been
quite
grown
up
.
“
He
seems
to
be
a
very
mature
little
fellow
,
”
Mr
.
Havisham
said
to
the
mother
.
“
I
think
he
is
,
in
some
things
,
”
she
answered
.
“
He
has
always
been
very
quick
to
learn
,
and
he
has
lived
a
great
deal
with
grownup
people
.
He
has
a
funny
little
habit
of
using
long
words
and
expressions
he
has
read
in
books
,
or
has
heard
others
use
,
but
he
is
very
fond
of
childish
play
.
I
think
he
is
rather
clever
,
but
he
is
a
very
boyish
little
boy
,
sometimes
.
”
The
next
time
Mr
.
Havisham
met
him
,
he
saw
that
this
last
was
quite
true
.
As
his
coupe
turned
the
corner
,
he
caught
sight
of
a
group
of
small
boys
,
who
were
evidently
much
excited
.
Two
of
them
were
about
to
run
a
race
,
and
one
of
them
was
his
young
lordship
,
and
he
was
shouting
and
making
as
much
noise
as
the
noisiest
of
his
companions
.
He
stood
side
by
side
with
another
boy
,
one
little
red
leg
advanced
a
step
.
“
One
,
to
make
ready
!
”
yelled
the
starter
.
“
Two
,
to
be
steady
.
Three
—
and
away
!
”
Mr
.
Havisham
found
himself
leaning
out
of
the
window
of
his
coupe
with
a
curious
feeling
of
interest
.
He
really
never
remembered
having
seen
anything
quite
like
the
way
in
which
his
lordship
’
s
lordly
little
red
legs
flew
up
behind
his
knickerbockers
and
tore
over
the
ground
as
he
shot
out
in
the
race
at
the
signal
word
.
He
shut
his
small
hands
and
set
his
face
against
the
wind
;
his
bright
hair
streamed
out
behind
.
“
Hooray
,
Ced
Errol
!
”
all
the
boys
shouted
,
dancing
and
shrieking
with
excitement
.
“
Hooray
,
Billy
Williams
!
Hooray
,
Ceddie
!
Hooray
,
Billy
!
Hooray
!
’
Ray
!
’
Ray
!
”
“
I
really
believe
he
is
going
to
win
,
”
said
Mr
.
Havisham
.
The
way
in
which
the
red
legs
flew
and
flashed
up
and
down
,
the
shrieks
of
the
boys
,
the
wild
efforts
of
Billy
Williams
,
whose
brown
legs
were
not
to
be
despised
,
as
they
followed
closely
in
the
rear
of
the
red
legs
,
made
him
feel
some
excitement
.
“
I
really
—
I
really
can
’
t
help
hoping
he
will
win
!
”
he
said
,
with
an
apologetic
sort
of
cough
.
At
that
moment
,
the
wildest
yell
of
all
went
up
from
the
dancing
,
hopping
boys
.
With
one
last
frantic
leap
the
future
Earl
of
Dorincourt
had
reached
the
lamp
-
post
at
the
end
of
the
block
and
touched
it
,
just
two
seconds
before
Billy
Williams
flung
himself
at
it
,
panting
.
“
Three
cheers
for
Ceddie
Errol
!
”
yelled
the
little
boys
.
“
Hooray
for
Ceddie
Errol
!
”
