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“
You
are
an
Englishman
,
”
said
the
Earl
grimly
.
“
Your
father
was
an
Englishman
.
”
It
amused
him
a
little
to
say
this
,
but
it
did
not
amuse
Cedric
.
The
lad
had
never
thought
of
such
a
development
as
this
.
He
felt
himself
grow
quite
hot
up
to
the
roots
of
his
hair
.
“
I
was
born
in
America
,
”
he
protested
.
“
You
have
to
be
an
American
if
you
are
born
in
America
.
I
beg
your
pardon
,
”
with
serious
politeness
and
delicacy
,
“
for
contradicting
you
.
Mr
.
Hobbs
told
me
,
if
there
were
another
war
,
you
know
,
I
should
have
to
—
to
be
an
American
.
”
The
Earl
gave
a
grim
half
laugh
—
it
was
short
and
grim
,
but
it
was
a
laugh
.
“
You
would
,
would
you
?
”
he
said
.
He
hated
America
and
Americans
,
but
it
amused
him
to
see
how
serious
and
interested
this
small
patriot
was
.
He
thought
that
so
good
an
American
might
make
a
rather
good
Englishman
when
he
was
a
man
.
They
had
not
time
to
go
very
deep
into
the
Revolution
again
—
and
indeed
Lord
Fauntleroy
felt
some
delicacy
about
returning
to
the
subject
—
before
dinner
was
announced
.
Cedric
left
his
chair
and
went
to
his
noble
kinsman
.
He
looked
down
at
his
gouty
foot
.
“
Would
you
like
me
to
help
you
?
”
he
said
politely
.
“
You
could
lean
on
me
,
you
know
.
Once
when
Mr
.
Hobbs
hurt
his
foot
with
a
potato
-
barrel
rolling
on
it
,
he
used
to
lean
on
me
.
”
