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“
Yes
!
”
explained
Cedric
;
“
the
ones
you
gave
me
all
that
money
for
—
the
money
you
told
Mr
.
Havisham
to
give
me
if
I
wanted
it
.
”
“
Ha
!
”
ejaculated
his
lordship
.
“
That
’
s
it
,
is
it
?
The
money
you
were
to
spend
as
you
liked
.
What
did
you
buy
with
it
?
I
should
like
to
hear
something
about
that
.
”
He
drew
his
shaggy
eyebrows
together
and
looked
at
the
child
sharply
.
He
was
secretly
curious
to
know
in
what
way
the
lad
had
indulged
himself
.
“
Oh
!
”
said
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
“
perhaps
you
didn
’
t
know
about
Dick
and
the
apple
-
woman
and
Bridget
.
I
forgot
you
lived
such
a
long
way
off
from
them
.
They
were
particular
friends
of
mine
.
And
you
see
Michael
had
the
fever
—
—
”
“
Who
’
s
Michael
?
”
asked
the
Earl
.
“
Michael
is
Bridget
’
s
husband
,
and
they
were
in
great
trouble
.
When
a
man
is
sick
and
can
’
t
work
and
has
twelve
children
,
you
know
how
it
is
.
And
Michael
has
always
been
a
sober
man
.
And
Bridget
used
to
come
to
our
house
and
cry
.
And
the
evening
Mr
.
Havisham
was
there
,
she
was
in
the
kitchen
crying
,
because
they
had
almost
nothing
to
eat
and
couldn
’
t
pay
the
rent
;
and
I
went
in
to
see
her
,
and
Mr
.
Havisham
sent
for
me
and
he
said
you
had
given
him
some
money
for
me
.
And
I
ran
as
fast
as
I
could
into
the
kitchen
and
gave
it
to
Bridget
;
and
that
made
it
all
right
;
and
Bridget
could
scarcely
believe
her
eyes
.
That
’
s
why
I
’
m
so
obliged
to
you
.
”
“
Oh
!
”
said
the
Earl
in
his
deep
voice
,
“
that
was
one
of
the
things
you
did
for
yourself
,
was
it
?
What
else
?
”
Dougal
had
been
sitting
by
the
tall
chair
;
the
great
dog
had
taken
its
place
there
when
Cedric
sat
down
.
Several
times
it
had
turned
and
looked
up
at
the
boy
as
if
interested
in
the
conversation
.
Dougal
was
a
solemn
dog
,
who
seemed
to
feel
altogether
too
big
to
take
life
’
s
responsibilities
lightly
.
The
old
Earl
,
who
knew
the
dog
well
,
had
watched
it
with
secret
interest
.
Dougal
was
not
a
dog
whose
habit
it
was
to
make
acquaintances
rashly
,
and
the
Earl
wondered
somewhat
to
see
how
quietly
the
brute
sat
under
the
touch
of
the
childish
hand
.
And
,
just
at
this
moment
,
the
big
dog
gave
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
one
more
look
of
dignified
scrutiny
,
and
deliberately
laid
its
huge
,
lion
-
like
head
on
the
boy
’
s
black
-
velvet
knee
.
The
small
hand
went
on
stroking
this
new
friend
as
Cedric
answered
:
