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It
plainly
had
not
for
an
instant
occurred
to
him
that
Newick
would
be
allowed
to
do
his
worst
.
The
Earl
paused
a
moment
,
still
looking
at
him
.
“
Can
you
write
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Yes
,
”
answered
Cedric
,
“
but
not
very
well
.
”
“
Move
the
things
from
the
table
,
”
commanded
my
lord
,
“
and
bring
the
pen
and
ink
,
and
a
sheet
of
paper
from
my
desk
.
”
Mr
.
Mordaunt
’
s
interest
began
to
increase
.
Fauntleroy
did
as
he
was
told
very
deftly
.
In
a
few
moments
,
the
sheet
of
paper
,
the
big
inkstand
,
and
the
pen
were
ready
.
“
There
!
”
he
said
gayly
,
“
now
you
can
write
it
.
”
“
You
are
to
write
it
,
”
said
the
Earl
.
“
I
!
”
exclaimed
Fauntleroy
,
and
a
flush
overspread
his
forehead
.
“
Will
it
do
if
I
write
it
?
I
don
’
t
always
spell
quite
right
when
I
haven
’
t
a
dictionary
,
and
nobody
tells
me
.
”
“
It
will
do
,
”
answered
the
Earl
.
“
Higgins
will
not
complain
of
the
spelling
.
I
’
m
not
the
philanthropist
;
you
are
.
Dip
your
pen
in
the
ink
.
”
Fauntleroy
took
up
the
pen
and
dipped
it
in
the
ink
-
bottle
,
then
he
arranged
himself
in
position
,
leaning
on
the
table
.
