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Lord
Fauntleroy
sprang
at
her
with
a
gay
little
shout
.
“
Did
you
get
here
,
Mary
?
”
he
said
.
“
Here
’
s
Mary
,
Dearest
,
”
and
he
kissed
the
maid
on
her
rough
red
cheek
.
“
I
am
glad
you
are
here
,
Mary
,
”
Mrs
.
Errol
said
to
her
in
a
low
voice
.
“
It
is
such
a
comfort
to
me
to
see
you
.
It
takes
the
strangeness
away
.
”
And
she
held
out
her
little
hand
,
which
Mary
squeezed
encouragingly
.
She
knew
how
this
first
“
strangeness
”
must
feel
to
this
little
mother
who
had
left
her
own
land
and
was
about
to
give
up
her
child
.
The
English
servants
looked
with
curiosity
at
both
the
boy
and
his
mother
.
They
had
heard
all
sorts
of
rumors
about
them
both
;
they
knew
how
angry
the
old
Earl
had
been
,
and
why
Mrs
.
Errol
was
to
live
at
the
lodge
and
her
little
boy
at
the
castle
;
they
knew
all
about
the
great
fortune
he
was
to
inherit
,
and
about
the
savage
old
grandfather
and
his
gout
and
his
tempers
.
“
He
’
ll
have
no
easy
time
of
it
,
poor
little
chap
,
”
they
had
said
among
themselves
.
But
they
did
not
know
what
sort
of
a
little
lord
had
come
among
them
;
they
did
not
quite
understand
the
character
of
the
next
Earl
of
Dorincourt
.
He
pulled
off
his
overcoat
quite
as
if
he
were
used
to
doing
things
for
himself
,
and
began
to
look
about
him
.
He
looked
about
the
broad
hall
,
at
the
pictures
and
stags
’
antlers
and
curious
things
that
ornamented
it
.
They
seemed
curious
to
him
because
he
had
never
seen
such
things
before
in
a
private
house
.
“
Dearest
,
”
he
said
,
“
this
is
a
very
pretty
house
,
isn
’
t
it
?
I
am
glad
you
are
going
to
live
here
.
It
’
s
quite
a
large
house
.
”
It
was
quite
a
large
house
compared
to
the
one
in
the
shabby
New
York
street
,
and
it
was
very
pretty
and
cheerful
.
Mary
led
them
upstairs
to
a
bright
chintz
-
hung
bedroom
where
a
fire
was
burning
,
and
a
large
snow
-
white
Persian
cat
was
sleeping
luxuriously
on
the
white
fur
hearth
-
rug
.
