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“
Can
I
have
it
now
?
”
he
cried
.
“
Can
I
give
it
to
her
this
minute
?
She
’
s
just
going
.
”
Mr
.
Havisham
handed
him
the
money
.
It
was
in
fresh
,
clean
greenbacks
and
made
a
neat
roll
.
Ceddie
flew
out
of
the
room
with
it
.
“
Bridget
!
”
they
heard
him
shout
,
as
he
tore
into
the
kitchen
.
“
Bridget
,
wait
a
minute
!
Here
’
s
some
money
.
It
’
s
for
you
,
and
you
can
pay
the
rent
.
My
grandpapa
gave
it
to
me
.
It
’
s
for
you
and
Michael
!
”
“
Oh
,
Master
Ceddie
!
”
cried
Bridget
,
in
an
awe
-
stricken
voice
.
“
It
’
s
twinty
-
foive
dollars
is
here
.
Where
be
’
s
the
misthress
?
”
“
I
think
I
shall
have
to
go
and
explain
it
to
her
,
”
Mrs
.
Errol
said
.
So
she
,
too
,
went
out
of
the
room
and
Mr
.
Havisham
was
left
alone
for
a
while
.
He
went
to
the
window
and
stood
looking
out
into
the
street
reflectively
.
He
was
thinking
of
the
old
Earl
of
Dorincourt
,
sitting
in
his
great
,
splendid
,
gloomy
library
at
the
castle
,
gouty
and
lonely
,
surrounded
by
grandeur
and
luxury
,
but
not
really
loved
by
any
one
,
because
in
all
his
long
life
he
had
never
really
loved
any
one
but
himself
;
he
had
been
selfish
and
self
-
indulgent
and
arrogant
and
passionate
;
he
had
cared
so
much
for
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
and
his
pleasures
that
there
had
been
no
time
for
him
to
think
of
other
people
;
all
his
wealth
and
power
,
all
the
benefits
from
his
noble
name
and
high
rank
,
had
seemed
to
him
to
be
things
only
to
be
used
to
amuse
and
give
pleasure
to
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
;
and
now
that
he
was
an
old
man
,
all
this
excitement
and
self
-
indulgence
had
only
brought
him
ill
health
and
irritability
and
a
dislike
of
the
world
,
which
certainly
disliked
him
.
In
spite
of
all
his
splendor
,
there
was
never
a
more
unpopular
old
nobleman
than
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
,
and
there
could
scarcely
have
been
a
more
lonely
one
.
He
could
fill
his
castle
with
guests
if
he
chose
.
He
could
give
great
dinners
and
splendid
hunting
parties
;
but
he
knew
that
in
secret
the
people
who
would
accept
his
invitations
were
afraid
of
his
frowning
old
face
and
sarcastic
,
biting
speeches
.
He
had
a
cruel
tongue
and
a
bitter
nature
,
and
he
took
pleasure
in
sneering
at
people
and
making
them
feel
uncomfortable
,
when
he
had
the
power
to
do
so
,
because
they
were
sensitive
or
proud
or
timid
.
Mr
.
Havisham
knew
his
hard
,
fierce
ways
by
heart
,
and
he
was
thinking
of
him
as
he
looked
out
of
the
window
into
the
narrow
,
quiet
street
.
And
there
rose
in
his
mind
,
in
sharp
contrast
,
the
picture
of
the
cheery
,
handsome
little
fellow
sitting
in
the
big
chair
and
telling
his
story
of
his
friends
,
Dick
and
the
apple
-
woman
,
in
his
generous
,
innocent
,
honest
way
.
And
he
thought
of
the
immense
income
,
the
beautiful
,
majestic
estates
,
the
wealth
,
and
power
for
good
or
evil
,
which
in
the
course
of
time
would
lie
in
the
small
,
chubby
hands
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
thrust
so
deep
into
his
pockets
.
“
It
will
make
a
great
difference
,
”
he
said
to
himself
.
“
It
will
make
a
great
difference
.
”
