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Fauntleroy
looked
up
with
a
manful
effort
at
a
smile
.
“
I
was
thinking
about
Dearest
,
”
he
said
;
“
and
—
and
I
think
I
’
d
better
get
up
and
walk
up
and
down
the
room
.
”
He
rose
up
,
and
put
his
hands
in
his
small
pockets
,
and
began
to
walk
to
and
fro
.
His
eyes
were
very
bright
,
and
his
lips
were
pressed
together
,
but
he
kept
his
head
up
and
walked
firmly
.
Dougal
moved
lazily
and
looked
at
him
,
and
then
stood
up
.
He
walked
over
to
the
child
,
and
began
to
follow
him
uneasily
.
Fauntleroy
drew
one
hand
from
his
pocket
and
laid
it
on
the
dog
’
s
head
.
“
He
’
s
a
very
nice
dog
,
”
he
said
.
“
He
’
s
my
friend
.
He
knows
how
I
feel
.
”
“
How
do
you
feel
?
”
asked
the
Earl
.
It
disturbed
him
to
see
the
struggle
the
little
fellow
was
having
with
his
first
feeling
of
homesickness
,
but
it
pleased
him
to
see
that
he
was
making
so
brave
an
effort
to
bear
it
well
.
He
liked
this
childish
courage
.
“
Come
here
,
”
he
said
.
Fauntleroy
went
to
him
.
“
I
never
was
away
from
my
own
house
before
,
”
said
the
boy
,
with
a
troubled
look
in
his
brown
eyes
.
“
It
makes
a
person
feel
a
strange
feeling
when
he
has
to
stay
all
night
in
another
person
’
s
castle
instead
of
in
his
own
house
.
But
Dearest
is
not
very
far
away
from
me
.
She
told
me
to
remember
that
—
and
—
and
I
’
m
seven
—
and
I
can
look
at
the
picture
she
gave
me
.
”
