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”
The
carriage
rolled
on
down
the
stately
avenue
under
the
beautiful
,
broad
-
branched
trees
,
through
the
spaces
of
green
shade
and
lanes
of
golden
sunlight
.
Fauntleroy
saw
again
the
lovely
places
where
the
ferns
grew
high
and
the
bluebells
swayed
in
the
breeze
;
he
saw
the
deer
,
standing
or
lying
in
the
deep
grass
,
turn
their
large
,
startled
eyes
as
the
carriage
passed
,
and
caught
glimpses
of
the
brown
rabbits
as
they
scurried
away
.
He
heard
the
whir
of
the
partridges
and
the
calls
and
songs
of
the
birds
,
and
it
all
seemed
even
more
beautiful
to
him
than
before
.
All
his
heart
was
filled
with
pleasure
and
happiness
in
the
beauty
that
was
on
every
side
.
But
the
old
Earl
saw
and
heard
very
different
things
,
though
he
was
apparently
looking
out
too
.
He
saw
a
long
life
,
in
which
there
had
been
neither
generous
deeds
nor
kind
thoughts
;
he
saw
years
in
which
a
man
who
had
been
young
and
strong
and
rich
and
powerful
had
used
his
youth
and
strength
and
wealth
and
power
only
to
please
himself
and
kill
time
as
the
days
and
years
succeeded
each
other
;
he
saw
this
man
,
when
the
time
had
been
killed
and
old
age
had
come
,
solitary
and
without
real
friends
in
the
midst
of
all
his
splendid
wealth
;
he
saw
people
who
disliked
or
feared
him
,
and
people
who
would
flatter
and
cringe
to
him
,
but
no
one
who
really
cared
whether
he
lived
or
died
,
unless
they
had
something
to
gain
or
lose
by
it
.
He
looked
out
on
the
broad
acres
which
belonged
to
him
,
and
he
knew
what
Fauntleroy
did
not
—
how
far
they
extended
,
what
wealth
they
represented
,
and
how
many
people
had
homes
on
their
soil
.
And
he
knew
,
too
,
—
another
thing
Fauntleroy
did
not
,
—
that
in
all
those
homes
,
humble
or
well
-
to
-
do
,
there
was
probably
not
one
person
,
however
much
he
envied
the
wealth
and
stately
name
and
power
,
and
however
willing
he
would
have
been
to
possess
them
,
who
would
for
an
instant
have
thought
of
calling
the
noble
owner
“
good
,
”
or
wishing
,
as
this
simple
-
souled
little
boy
had
,
to
be
like
him
.
And
it
was
not
exactly
pleasant
to
reflect
upon
,
even
for
a
cynical
,
worldly
old
man
,
who
had
been
sufficient
unto
himself
for
seventy
years
and
who
had
never
deigned
to
care
what
opinion
the
world
held
of
him
so
long
as
it
did
not
interfere
with
his
comfort
or
entertainment
.
And
the
fact
was
,
indeed
,
that
he
had
never
before
condescended
to
reflect
upon
it
at
all
;
and
he
only
did
so
now
because
a
child
had
believed
him
better
than
he
was
,
and
by
wishing
to
follow
in
his
illustrious
footsteps
and
imitate
his
example
,
had
suggested
to
him
the
curious
question
whether
he
was
exactly
the
person
to
take
as
a
model
.
Fauntleroy
thought
the
Earl
’
s
foot
must
be
hurting
him
,
his
brows
knitted
themselves
together
so
,
as
he
looked
out
at
the
park
;
and
thinking
this
,
the
considerate
little
fellow
tried
not
to
disturb
him
,
and
enjoyed
the
trees
and
the
ferns
and
the
deer
in
silence
.
But
at
last
the
carriage
,
having
passed
the
gates
and
bowled
through
the
green
lanes
for
a
short
distance
,
stopped
.
They
had
reached
Court
Lodge
;
and
Fauntleroy
was
out
upon
the
ground
almost
before
the
big
footman
had
time
to
open
the
carriage
door
.
The
Earl
wakened
from
his
reverie
with
a
start
.
“
What
!
”
he
said
“
Are
we
here
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
said
Fauntleroy
.
“
Let
me
give
you
your
stick
.
Just
lean
on
me
when
you
get
out
.
”
