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“
Here
they
come
!
”
went
from
one
looker
-
on
to
another
.
And
then
the
carriage
drew
up
,
and
Thomas
stepped
down
and
opened
the
door
,
and
a
little
boy
,
dressed
in
black
velvet
,
and
with
a
splendid
mop
of
bright
waving
hair
,
jumped
out
.
Every
man
,
woman
,
and
child
looked
curiously
upon
him
.
“
He
’
s
the
Captain
over
again
!
”
said
those
of
the
on
-
lookers
who
remembered
his
father
.
“
He
’
s
the
Captain
’
s
self
,
to
the
life
!
”
He
stood
there
in
the
sunlight
looking
up
at
the
Earl
,
as
Thomas
helped
that
nobleman
out
,
with
the
most
affectionate
interest
that
could
be
imagined
.
The
instant
he
could
help
,
he
put
out
his
hand
and
offered
his
shoulder
as
if
he
had
been
seven
feet
high
.
It
was
plain
enough
to
every
one
that
however
it
might
be
with
other
people
,
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
struck
no
terror
into
the
breast
of
his
grandson
.
“
Just
lean
on
me
,
”
they
heard
him
say
.
“
How
glad
the
people
are
to
see
you
,
and
how
well
they
all
seem
to
know
you
!
”
“
Take
off
your
cap
,
Fauntleroy
,
”
said
the
Earl
.
“
They
are
bowing
to
you
.
”
“
To
me
!
”
cried
Fauntleroy
,
whipping
off
his
cap
in
a
moment
,
baring
his
bright
head
to
the
crowd
and
turning
shining
,
puzzled
eyes
on
them
as
he
tried
to
bow
to
every
one
at
once
.
“
God
bless
your
lordship
!
”
said
the
courtesying
,
red
-
cloaked
old
woman
who
had
spoken
to
his
mother
;
“
long
life
to
you
!
”
