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“
We
’
ll
send
you
to
the
House
of
Lords
instead
,
”
said
his
grandfather
.
“
Well
,
”
remarked
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
“
if
I
COULDN
’
T
be
a
President
,
and
if
that
is
a
good
business
,
I
shouldn
’
t
mind
.
The
grocery
business
is
dull
sometimes
.
”
Perhaps
he
was
weighing
the
matter
in
his
mind
,
for
he
sat
very
quiet
after
this
,
and
looked
at
the
fire
for
some
time
.
The
Earl
did
not
speak
again
.
He
leaned
back
in
his
chair
and
watched
him
.
A
great
many
strange
new
thoughts
passed
through
the
old
nobleman
’
s
mind
Dougal
had
stretched
himself
out
and
gone
to
sleep
with
his
head
on
his
huge
paws
.
There
was
a
long
silence
.
In
about
half
an
hour
’
s
time
Mr
.
Havisham
was
ushered
in
.
The
great
room
was
very
still
when
he
entered
.
The
Earl
was
still
leaning
back
in
his
chair
.
He
moved
as
Mr
.
Havisham
approached
,
and
held
up
his
hand
in
a
gesture
of
warning
—
it
seemed
as
if
he
had
scarcely
intended
to
make
the
gesture
—
as
if
it
were
almost
involuntary
.
Dougal
was
still
asleep
,
and
close
beside
the
great
dog
,
sleeping
also
,
with
his
curly
head
upon
his
arm
,
lay
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
When
Lord
Fauntleroy
wakened
in
the
morning
,
—
he
had
not
wakened
at
all
when
he
had
been
carried
to
bed
the
night
before
,
—
the
first
sounds
he
was
conscious
of
were
the
crackling
of
a
wood
fire
and
the
murmur
of
voices
.
“
You
will
be
careful
,
Dawson
,
not
to
say
anything
about
it
,
”
he
heard
some
one
say
.
“
He
does
not
know
why
she
is
not
to
be
with
him
,
and
the
reason
is
to
be
kept
from
him
.
”
“
If
them
’
s
his
lordship
’
s
orders
,
mem
,
”
another
voice
answered
,
“
they
’
ll
have
to
be
kep
’
,
I
suppose
.
But
,
if
you
’
ll
excuse
the
liberty
,
mem
,
as
it
’
s
between
ourselves
,
servant
or
no
servant
,
all
I
have
to
say
is
,
it
’
s
a
cruel
thing
,
—
parting
that
poor
,
pretty
,
young
widdered
cre
’
tur
’
from
her
own
flesh
and
blood
,
and
him
such
a
little
beauty
and
a
nobleman
born
.
James
and
Thomas
,
mem
,
last
night
in
the
servants
’
hall
,
they
both
of
’
em
say
as
they
never
see
anythink
in
their
two
lives
—
nor
yet
no
other
gentleman
in
livery
—
like
that
little
fellow
’
s
ways
,
as
innercent
an
’
polite
an
’
interested
as
if
he
’
d
been
sitting
there
dining
with
his
best
friend
,
—
and
the
temper
of
a
’
angel
,
instead
of
one
(
if
you
’
ll
excuse
me
,
mem
)
,
as
it
’
s
well
known
,
is
enough
to
curdle
your
blood
in
your
veins
at
times
.
And
as
to
looks
,
mem
,
when
we
was
rung
for
,
James
and
me
,
to
go
into
the
library
and
bring
him
upstairs
,
and
James
lifted
him
up
in
his
arms
,
what
with
his
little
innercent
face
all
red
and
rosy
,
and
his
little
head
on
James
’
s
shoulder
and
his
hair
hanging
down
,
all
curly
an
’
shinin
’
,
a
prettier
,
takiner
sight
you
’
d
never
wish
to
see
.
An
’
it
’
s
my
opinion
,
my
lord
wasn
’
t
blind
to
it
neither
,
for
he
looked
at
him
,
and
he
says
to
James
,
’
See
you
don
’
t
wake
him
!
’
he
says
.
”
