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“
I
am
not
going
to
get
out
,
”
replied
his
lordship
brusquely
.
“
Not
—
not
to
see
Dearest
?
”
exclaimed
Fauntleroy
with
astonished
face
.
“
’
Dearest
’
will
excuse
me
,
”
said
the
Earl
dryly
.
“
Go
to
her
and
tell
her
that
not
even
a
new
pony
would
keep
you
away
.
”
“
She
will
be
disappointed
,
”
said
Fauntleroy
.
“
She
will
want
to
see
you
very
much
.
”
“
I
am
afraid
not
,
”
was
the
answer
.
“
The
carriage
will
call
for
you
as
we
come
back
.
—
Tell
Jeffries
to
drive
on
,
Thomas
.
”
Thomas
closed
the
carriage
door
;
and
,
after
a
puzzled
look
,
Fauntleroy
ran
up
the
drive
.
The
Earl
had
the
opportunity
—
as
Mr
.
Havisham
once
had
—
of
seeing
a
pair
of
handsome
,
strong
little
legs
flash
over
the
ground
with
astonishing
rapidity
.
Evidently
their
owner
had
no
intention
of
losing
any
time
.
The
carriage
rolled
slowly
away
,
but
his
lordship
did
not
at
once
lean
back
;
he
still
looked
out
.
Through
a
space
in
the
trees
he
could
see
the
house
door
;
it
was
wide
open
.
The
little
figure
dashed
up
the
steps
;
another
figure
—
a
little
figure
,
too
,
slender
and
young
,
in
its
black
gown
—
ran
to
meet
it
.
It
seemed
as
if
they
flew
together
,
as
Fauntleroy
leaped
into
his
mother
’
s
arms
,
hanging
about
her
neck
and
covering
her
sweet
young
face
with
kisses
.
On
the
following
Sunday
morning
,
Mr
.
Mordaunt
had
a
large
congregation
.
Indeed
,
he
could
scarcely
remember
any
Sunday
on
which
the
church
had
been
so
crowded
.
People
appeared
upon
the
scene
who
seldom
did
him
the
honor
of
coming
to
hear
his
sermons
.
There
were
even
people
from
Hazelton
,
which
was
the
next
parish
.
There
were
hearty
,
sunburned
farmers
,
stout
,
comfortable
,
apple
-
cheeked
wives
in
their
best
bonnets
and
most
gorgeous
shawls
,
and
half
a
dozen
children
or
so
to
each
family
.
The
doctor
’
s
wife
was
there
,
with
her
four
daughters
.
Mrs
.
Kimsey
and
Mr
.
Kimsey
,
who
kept
the
druggist
’
s
shop
,
and
made
pills
,
and
did
up
powders
for
everybody
within
ten
miles
,
sat
in
their
pew
;
Mrs
.
Dibble
in
hers
;
Miss
Smiff
,
the
village
dressmaker
,
and
her
friend
Miss
Perkins
,
the
milliner
,
sat
in
theirs
;
the
doctor
’
s
young
man
was
present
,
and
the
druggist
’
s
apprentice
;
in
fact
,
almost
every
family
on
the
county
side
was
represented
,
in
one
way
or
another
.
In
the
course
of
the
preceding
week
,
many
wonderful
stories
had
been
told
of
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
Mrs
.
Dibble
had
been
kept
so
busy
attending
to
customers
who
came
in
to
buy
a
pennyworth
of
needles
or
a
ha
’
porth
of
tape
and
to
hear
what
she
had
to
relate
,
that
the
little
shop
bell
over
the
door
had
nearly
tinkled
itself
to
death
over
the
coming
and
going
.
Mrs
.
Dibble
knew
exactly
how
his
small
lordship
’
s
rooms
had
been
furnished
for
him
,
what
expensive
toys
had
been
bought
,
how
there
was
a
beautiful
brown
pony
awaiting
him
,
and
a
small
groom
to
attend
it
,
and
a
little
dog
-
cart
,
with
silver
-
mounted
harness
.
And
she
could
tell
,
too
,
what
all
the
servants
had
said
when
they
had
caught
glimpses
of
the
child
on
the
night
of
his
arrival
;
and
how
every
female
below
stairs
had
said
it
was
a
shame
,
so
it
was
,
to
part
the
poor
pretty
dear
from
his
mother
;
and
had
all
declared
their
hearts
came
into
their
mouths
when
he
went
alone
into
the
library
to
see
his
grandfather
,
for
“
there
was
no
knowing
how
he
’
d
be
treated
,
and
his
lordship
’
s
temper
was
enough
to
fluster
them
with
old
heads
on
their
shoulders
,
let
alone
a
child
.
”
