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“
Oh
!
Ceddie
!
”
she
cried
out
,
and
ran
to
her
little
boy
and
caught
him
in
her
arms
and
kissed
him
in
a
frightened
,
troubled
way
.
“
Oh
!
Ceddie
,
darling
!
”
The
tall
old
gentleman
rose
from
his
chair
and
looked
at
Cedric
with
his
sharp
eyes
He
rubbed
his
thin
chin
with
his
bony
hand
as
he
looked
.
He
seemed
not
at
all
displeased
.
“
And
so
,
”
he
said
at
last
,
slowly
,
—
“
and
so
this
is
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
”
There
was
never
a
more
amazed
little
boy
than
Cedric
during
the
week
that
followed
;
there
was
never
so
strange
or
so
unreal
a
week
.
In
the
first
place
,
the
story
his
mamma
told
him
was
a
very
curious
one
.
He
was
obliged
to
hear
it
two
or
three
times
before
he
could
understand
it
.
He
could
not
imagine
what
Mr
.
Hobbs
would
think
of
it
.
It
began
with
earls
:
his
grandpapa
,
whom
he
had
never
seen
,
was
an
earl
;
and
his
eldest
uncle
,
if
he
had
not
been
killed
by
a
fall
from
his
horse
,
would
have
been
an
earl
,
too
,
in
time
;
and
after
his
death
,
his
other
uncle
would
have
been
an
earl
,
if
he
had
not
died
suddenly
,
in
Rome
,
of
a
fever
.
After
that
,
his
own
papa
,
if
he
had
lived
,
would
have
been
an
earl
,
but
,
since
they
all
had
died
and
only
Cedric
was
left
,
it
appeared
that
HE
was
to
be
an
earl
after
his
grandpapa
’
s
death
—
and
for
the
present
he
was
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
He
turned
quite
pale
when
he
was
first
told
of
it
.
“
Oh
!
Dearest
!
”
he
said
,
“
I
should
rather
not
be
an
earl
.
None
of
the
boys
are
earls
.
Can
’
t
I
NOT
be
one
?
”
But
it
seemed
to
be
unavoidable
.
And
when
,
that
evening
,
they
sat
together
by
the
open
window
looking
out
into
the
shabby
street
,
he
and
his
mother
had
a
long
talk
about
it
.
Cedric
sat
on
his
footstool
,
clasping
one
knee
in
his
favorite
attitude
and
wearing
a
bewildered
little
face
rather
red
from
the
exertion
of
thinking
.
His
grandfather
had
sent
for
him
to
come
to
England
,
and
his
mamma
thought
he
must
go
.
“
Because
,
”
she
said
,
looking
out
of
the
window
with
sorrowful
eyes
,
“
I
know
your
papa
would
wish
it
to
be
so
,
Ceddie
.
