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When
the
carriage
reached
the
great
gates
of
the
park
,
he
looked
out
of
the
window
to
get
a
good
view
of
the
huge
stone
lions
ornamenting
the
entrance
.
The
gates
were
opened
by
a
motherly
,
rosy
-
looking
woman
,
who
came
out
of
a
pretty
,
ivy
-
covered
lodge
.
Two
children
ran
out
of
the
door
of
the
house
and
stood
looking
with
round
,
wide
-
open
eyes
at
the
little
boy
in
the
carriage
,
who
looked
at
them
also
.
Their
mother
stood
courtesying
and
smiling
,
and
the
children
,
on
receiving
a
sign
from
her
,
made
bobbing
little
courtesies
too
.
“
Does
she
know
me
?
”
asked
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
“
I
think
she
must
think
she
knows
me
.
”
And
he
took
off
his
black
velvet
cap
to
her
and
smiled
.
“
How
do
you
do
?
”
he
said
brightly
.
“
Good
-
afternoon
!
”
The
woman
seemed
pleased
,
he
thought
.
The
smile
broadened
on
her
rosy
face
and
a
kind
look
came
into
her
blue
eyes
.
“
God
bless
your
lordship
!
”
she
said
.
“
God
bless
your
pretty
face
!
Good
luck
and
happiness
to
your
lordship
!
Welcome
to
you
!
”
Lord
Fauntleroy
waved
his
cap
and
nodded
to
her
again
as
the
carriage
rolled
by
her
.
“
I
like
that
woman
,
”
he
said
.
“
She
looks
as
if
she
liked
boys
.
I
should
like
to
come
here
and
play
with
her
children
.
I
wonder
if
she
has
enough
to
make
up
a
company
?
”
Mr
.
Havisham
did
not
tell
him
that
he
would
scarcely
be
allowed
to
make
playmates
of
the
gate
-
keeper
’
s
children
.
The
lawyer
thought
there
was
time
enough
for
giving
him
that
information
.
The
carriage
rolled
on
and
on
between
the
great
,
beautiful
trees
which
grew
on
each
side
of
the
avenue
and
stretched
their
broad
,
swaying
branches
in
an
arch
across
it
.
Cedric
had
never
seen
such
trees
,
—
they
were
so
grand
and
stately
,
and
their
branches
grew
so
low
down
on
their
huge
trunks
.
He
did
not
then
know
that
Dorincourt
Castle
was
one
of
the
most
beautiful
in
all
England
;
that
its
park
was
one
of
the
broadest
and
finest
,
and
its
trees
and
avenue
almost
without
rivals
.
But
he
did
know
that
it
was
all
very
beautiful
.
He
liked
the
big
,
broad
-
branched
trees
,
with
the
late
afternoon
sunlight
striking
golden
lances
through
them
.
He
liked
the
perfect
stillness
which
rested
on
everything
.
He
felt
a
great
,
strange
pleasure
in
the
beauty
of
which
he
caught
glimpses
under
and
between
the
sweeping
boughs
—
the
great
,
beautiful
spaces
of
the
park
,
with
still
other
trees
standing
sometimes
stately
and
alone
,
and
sometimes
in
groups
.
Now
and
then
they
passed
places
where
tall
ferns
grew
in
masses
,
and
again
and
again
the
ground
was
azure
with
the
bluebells
swaying
in
the
soft
breeze
.
Several
times
he
started
up
with
a
laugh
of
delight
as
a
rabbit
leaped
up
from
under
the
greenery
and
scudded
away
with
a
twinkle
of
short
white
tail
behind
it
.
Once
a
covey
of
partridges
rose
with
a
sudden
whir
and
flew
away
,
and
then
he
shouted
and
clapped
his
hands
.
