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“
Well
,
”
Cedric
replied
,
“
I
was
very
young
when
he
died
,
and
I
may
not
remember
exactly
how
he
looked
,
but
I
don
’
t
think
you
are
like
him
.
”
“
You
are
disappointed
,
I
suppose
?
”
suggested
his
grandfather
.
“
Oh
,
no
,
”
responded
Cedric
politely
.
“
Of
course
you
would
like
any
one
to
look
like
your
father
;
but
of
course
you
would
enjoy
the
way
your
grandfather
looked
,
even
if
he
wasn
’
t
like
your
father
.
You
know
how
it
is
yourself
about
admiring
your
relations
.
”
The
Earl
leaned
back
in
his
chair
and
stared
.
He
could
not
be
said
to
know
how
it
was
about
admiring
his
relations
.
He
had
employed
most
of
his
noble
leisure
in
quarreling
violently
with
them
,
in
turning
them
out
of
his
house
,
and
applying
abusive
epithets
to
them
;
and
they
all
hated
him
cordially
.
“
Any
boy
would
love
his
grandfather
,
”
continued
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
“
especially
one
that
had
been
as
kind
to
him
as
you
have
been
.
”
Another
queer
gleam
came
into
the
old
nobleman
’
s
eyes
.
“
Oh
!
”
he
said
,
“
I
have
been
kind
to
you
,
have
I
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
answered
Lord
Fauntleroy
brightly
;
“
I
’
m
ever
so
much
obliged
to
you
about
Bridget
,
and
the
apple
-
woman
,
and
Dick
.
”
“
Bridget
!
”
exclaimed
the
Earl
.
“
Dick
!
The
apple
-
woman
!
”
