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“
And
I
thought
about
you
when
she
said
that
,
”
he
ended
;
“
and
I
told
her
that
was
the
way
the
world
was
because
you
had
lived
,
and
I
was
going
to
try
if
I
could
be
like
you
.
”
“
And
what
did
she
say
to
that
?
”
asked
his
lordship
,
a
trifle
uneasily
.
“
She
said
that
was
right
,
and
we
must
always
look
for
good
in
people
and
try
to
be
like
it
.
”
Perhaps
it
was
this
the
old
man
remembered
as
he
glanced
through
the
divided
folds
of
the
red
curtain
of
his
pew
.
Many
times
he
looked
over
the
people
’
s
heads
to
where
his
son
’
s
wife
sat
alone
,
and
he
saw
the
fair
face
the
unforgiven
dead
had
loved
,
and
the
eyes
which
were
so
like
those
of
the
child
at
his
side
;
but
what
his
thoughts
were
,
and
whether
they
were
hard
and
bitter
,
or
softened
a
little
,
it
would
have
been
hard
to
discover
.
As
they
came
out
of
church
,
many
of
those
who
had
attended
the
service
stood
waiting
to
see
them
pass
.
As
they
neared
the
gate
,
a
man
who
stood
with
his
hat
in
his
hand
made
a
step
forward
and
then
hesitated
.
He
was
a
middle
-
aged
farmer
,
with
a
careworn
face
.
“
Well
,
Higgins
,
”
said
the
Earl
.
Fauntleroy
turned
quickly
to
look
at
him
.
“
Oh
!
”
he
exclaimed
,
“
is
it
Mr
.
Higgins
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
answered
the
Earl
dryly
;
“
and
I
suppose
he
came
to
take
a
look
at
his
new
landlord
.
”
